How did you feel when you found out that there was no Santa Claus (if you ever believed)?
I had it figured out and then was really happy when my parents let me play Santa for my younger siblings.
I never believed in Santa. In fact, I can't even imagine my dad telling me (or any kid, actually) such a thing.
I felt like a little scientist who has discovered a new fact about the world.
What are you talking about?
What do you mean "there is no Santa" ?
I figured it out before my parents told me, so it wasn't any big deal. Actually, what was more of a big deal was trying to pretend I still believed in Santa when my parents talked about it because I was afraid they might stop giving me gifts from Santa! Once I found out I had at least 2 more years of Santa gifts to keep up the illusion for my younger sister, all was fine again.
Ahhh, that's sad. Part of the fun of christmas is showing your parents it's not real. There is a lot of satisfaction in blowing their cover, then you get to do it to your younger sibilings. Just a fun thing.
Ah, my dad was way too analytical and practical for make-believe. He did, however, spend hours explaining engineering things to me...for example, how a vacuum works .
You're all crazy. Except for Humanino.
At seven years old , my parents made the big mistake of shopping for the gifts that I wanted while bringing along my brother and me to the department store and telling me that these gifts were not for not me nor my brother , but for the salvation army, even though those were the exact gifts tha we requested. Thats when I found out that the story of santa claus had been a sham
WHAT? No Santa Claus. :surprised: Santa is alive.LOL! There's "Santa for Hire Nationwide."
LOL, only on the PF.
At about 8-ish, I was pretty sure there was no real Santa, just a tradition, but my parents still pushed it. This despite my dad at the time spending hours and hours sketching mechanical and other concepts for me on dinner napkins after our nightly family dinners, teaching me how things in the real world worked.
So naturally the next Christmas I was skeptical, so I laid a couple of prove-it traps for Santa. On Christmas eve, I sneakily smoothed out the ashes in the hearth when nobody was in the living room (we hadn't made a fire that night), and moved a mat slightly against the front door (in case Santa came in that way). I would know for sure if Santa had brought the gifts the next day!
Dang, I got up, and the mat had been straightened out (not moved by the door), and the ashes in the fireplace had been cleaned out (sneaky parents!), so no conclusive evidence. But a couple days later in the YMCA locker room after a Judo lesson, the older boys were laughing about Christmas and how parents were fooling their kids, and I was not a happy camper. :grumpy:
I believe for Lauren Graham and keep a costume in my closet special.
I think I was around 6 and I was devastated. I think I became skeptical from that.
I have never stopped believing in Santa Claus.
I can't remember when I figured it out, though my parents did go quite far to try and pretend. My mum would send us presents from Santa which would have labels she'd written with her left hand, and which were wrapped in completely different wrapping paper to any of our other presents. They also used to eat the minced pie, and take a bite out of the carrot we left for the reindeer.
I must be too old, I don't remember believing.
I'm not 100%, but it was somewhere from 6-8. I didn't "feel" anything, as it made a lot more since for there not to be a Santa. I do remember keeping up the sham for my little sister though.
It was around 5 years of age, for me. I overheard my mother and my aunt talking about a particular family that we knew (much poorer than we were) that hoped to be able to afford shoes for at least a couple of the kids. We didn't get much for Christmas, kids from well-to-do families often got a lot of really nice stuff, and poorer kids got less than we did. Being "good" for Santa obviously had nothing to do with that.
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