I was around 10 when my Mom told me the truth about Santa. :crazy:

Being kinda bad at the time, I was sneaking around in the attic to see what gifts had been put there for me. One that I noticed was to me from "Santa". I was around 10 at the time too, and truthfully it was kind of a relief for me, since I didn't like the idea of someone "watching me" all tear around to see if I have been good. :D

I wasn't told. I came home unexpectedly early from school. Our kitchen was packed with toys. I was young, about six or seven, but I knew. After, I pretended that I believed as I figured I'd stop getting toys if I knew the truth, lol.

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Wait, what about Santa?

;)

Wait, what about Santa?

;)
:lol: It's true. Same goes for the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy.

I don't really remember the age, but I found out about "the big guy" mainly from my friends, not my parents. Much like how I found out about the facts of life!!

:lol: It's true. Same goes for the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy.

Well that's just great.

;)

I don't even remember. :lol:

Nine. Only because my sister and I found the toys.

I was around 10. My older brother and mom told me, but I was beginning to have my suspicions.

I don't remember how old I was 6 of 7 maybe I figured it out myself. My parents never did the whole santa brings it all anyways. We always got one small present from santa and the rest we knew were from family.

When I was 8 I figured it out after finding receipts for presents on my dad's desk. I did pretend to believe for a couple of years afterwards.

3. Great-grandpa didn't want me believing in something that wasn't real.

You mean, Santa's not real?!! :eek: :(

My parents never fed me lies about a fat bastard who commits breaking and entering.

I was around 10 and very upset when I found out. I cried.

:lol:
Jennifer: There's only one small flaw in your theory Alex.
Alex: Yeah, what's that Jen?
Jennifer: Santa Claus doesn't exist.
Alex: (Laughs to himself) What're you talking about?
Jennifer: Santa Claus, he doesn't exist.
Alex: (Pause) You know I hate when people say that.

You mean, Santa's not real?!! :eek: :(

That's nothing Lulu and TJL......... There's no tooth fairy and I'm missing a load of ffft, ftthe, Feeth......... teeth.

I think it was 1992 and I was 10 at the time.

I started going to a Lutheran School after being at a Public School for a few years so I started to get heavily influenced on Christianity.

And yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. And no Virginia, Santa Claus isn't watching you since he's been dead for 1700 years!

When I was in the third grade one of the other students mentioned Santa wasnt real. At first I was shocked, but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense that Santa was fiction.

That's nothing Lulu and TJL......... There's no tooth fairy and I'm missing a load of ffft, ftthe, Feeth......... teeth.

My mother would tell me a whopper about the tooth fairy. "As soon as you lose a tooth, the tooth fairy will get a beep on her telephone, Steve of (exact address) has lost a tooth, needs quarter tonight." What I don't get looking back is how she was able to slip the quarter under my pillow without waking me up. :lol:

I was 7 when my older cousin David told me there was no Santa. I sure didn't want to believe him, so I asked my mom about it.

I was eight. I remember asking my mom if she was really Santa; some school kids had been saying it was all bunk, and like Mickey said, the more I thought I about it, the more sense it made.

It was kind of a sad conversation for us both; I think we both secretly wanted me to be able to keep on believing but it just couldn't be.

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Dear Janice Johnson,

I also was around 10 years old when my father finally told me who Santa
Claus really was. This was a start of a decline in our relationship that
went from bad to worse, throughout the years. Every Christmas, from
that point on, just got worse and worse. Suffice to say, this was an un-
pleasant memory in more ways than one.

Realistically,
Reverend Jim.

i was about 6 or 7 when i informed my parents that Santa was a hoax and it was all a big conspiracy perpetrated by the toy companies and that they were stupid for not having figured it out already.

For me, 11 years old.

A few years before Mom told me the truth about Santa, I asked her, "Mom, how is Santa going to leave us presents? We don't have a Chimney!(we are from FLORIDA!):lol: She replied, "Janice, he will come through the front door." :lol: ;) :crazy: Okay, So santa is going to BREAK into our house, or we will leave the door unlocked for him which would be a STUPID idea, a burglary waiting to happen by other "non-jolly" people(I didn't say this part to her though). :rolleyes: :lol:

I belive there is a Santa

I was around 10 and very upset when I found out. I cried.


Finding out the truth about Santa was one of the worst experiences of my elementary school days. I'll admit it, I got made fun of a lot by the other kids, and this one witch (putting it nicely) named Susan was always being just horrible to me. I was really shy so I never stood up for myself. Anyway... we were all sitting in the cafeteria and I casually asked everyone what Santa was going to bring them. OMG, they about died laughing and I couldn't figure out what was so funny. Finally she told me and it was literally the shock of my life. It was like finding out that you were adopted or something. Like I had lost something forever.

I had asked "Santa" for a teddy bear for Christmas and that night I went home and told my parents what I had heard. They wouldn't really tell me and just said "What do you think?" Well, I didn't know what to think, really. They must have finally admitted it and it really ruined Christmas for me. On Christmas Eve, instead of imagining Santa coming down the chimney, I imagined my parents putting my teddy bear out by the tree.

When my brother was young I used to ask him all the time if he still believed in Santa. Probably because I didn't want him to go through what I went through.

That was a very traumatic experience. For years after wards (and as early as a few years ago) I wanted to beat the crap out of that girl for telling me the truth so abruptly. I think that's what hurt the most, not really the finding out.

Finding out the truth about Santa was one of the worst experiences of my elementary school days. I'll admit it, I got made fun of a lot by the other kids, and this one witch (putting it nicely) named Susan was always being just horrible to me. I was really shy so I never stood up for myself. Anyway... we were all sitting in the cafeteria and I casually asked everyone what Santa was going to bring them. OMG, they about died laughing and I couldn't figure out what was so funny. Finally she told me and it was literally the shock of my life. It was like finding out that you were adopted or something. Like I had lost something forever.

I had asked "Santa" for a teddy bear for Christmas and that night I went home and told my parents what I had heard. They wouldn't really tell me and just said "What do you think?" Well, I didn't know what to think, really. They must have finally admitted it and it really ruined Christmas for me. On Christmas Eve, instead of imagining Santa coming down the chimney, I imagined my parents putting my teddy bear out by the tree.

When my brother was young I used to ask him all the time if he still believed in Santa. Probably because I didn't want him to go through what I went through.

That was a very traumatic experience. For years after wards (and as early as a few years ago) I wanted to beat the crap out of that girl for telling me the truth so abruptly. I think that's what hurt the most, not really the finding out.

If it helps any, after reading your story I kind of feel like beating the crap out of her myself. :mad:

That's wrong isn't it? :o

If it helps any, after reading your story I kind of feel like beating the crap out of her myself. :mad:

That's wrong isn't it? :o

Thank you! No it's not! Well I mean this happened in 1977 and if it still makes me angry than it must have been pretty bad. She used to make fun of me to no end whenever we would play volleyball and stuff in gym. God I hated her. Thank God she didn't go to the same high school that I did... at least I don't think so. I just remember her first name but even now when I look at my fourth grade picture, I want to kill her! :mad: And of course not only does she probably not even remember me, but she would be completely clueless about this story!

Finding out the truth about Santa was one of the worst experiences of my elementary school days. I'll admit it, I got made fun of a lot by the other kids, and this one witch (putting it nicely) named Susan was always being just horrible to me. I was really shy so I never stood up for myself. Anyway... we were all sitting in the cafeteria and I casually asked everyone what Santa was going to bring them. OMG, they about died laughing and I couldn't figure out what was so funny. Finally she told me and it was literally the shock of my life. It was like finding out that you were adopted or something. Like I had lost something forever.

I had asked "Santa" for a teddy bear for Christmas and that night I went home and told my parents what I had heard. They wouldn't really tell me and just said "What do you think?" Well, I didn't know what to think, really. They must have finally admitted it and it really ruined Christmas for me. On Christmas Eve, instead of imagining Santa coming down the chimney, I imagined my parents putting my teddy bear out by the tree.

When my brother was young I used to ask him all the time if he still believed in Santa. Probably because I didn't want him to go through what I went through.

That was a very traumatic experience. For years after wards (and as early as a few years ago) I wanted to beat the crap out of that girl for telling me the truth so abruptly. I think that's what hurt the most, not really the finding out.
Kids can be so cruel sometimes. That is just awful. :ohno:

Well I found out when I walked in on my parents putting the toys under the tree. :lol: I kind of suspected before then though. And yea I would hear kids all the time say that Santa wasn't real but I never went along with it. As long as I got toys what did I care? Besides Christmas was more special when I believed. One time I actually thought I heard him on the roof and I always heard bells. It's funny the way your mind works sometimes.

Kids can be so cruel sometimes. That is just awful. :ohno:

Well I found out when I walked in on my parents putting the toys under the tree. :lol: I kind of suspected before then though. And yea I would hear kids all the time say that Santa wasn't real but I never went along with it. As long as I got toys what did I care? Besides Christmas was more special when I believed. One time I actually thought I heard him on the roof and I always heard bells. It's funny the way your mind works sometimes.

Thanks Retro and ClintEastwoodFan! I always thought that I was being ridiculous to still have anger over something that happened in the fourth grade because most people I told that story to didn't think it was such a big deal. Believe me, it was. The way they reacted when I told them, you would have thought that I was asking them the most insane thing in the world. To me, asking what Santa was going to bring was no different than "What do you want for Christmas?"

A few years before Mom told me the truth about Santa, I asked her, "Mom, how is Santa going to leave us presents? We don't have a Chimney!(we are from FLORIDA!):lol: She replied, "Janice, he will come through the front door." :lol: ;) :crazy: Okay, So santa is going to BREAK into our house, or we will leave the door unlocked for him which would be a STUPID idea, a burglary waiting to happen by other "non-jolly" people(I didn't say this part to her though). :rolleyes: :lol:


At 10, Mom told me that "Santa" was really my Dad, and told me not to tell him what she told me so that I would still get "Santa" presents. :) Dad being "Santa" made a whole lot more sense than Santa breaking into the house using the front door!:crazy:

At 10, Mom told me that "Santa" was really my Dad, and told me not to tell him what she told me so that I would still get "Santa" presents. :) Dad being "Santa" made a whole lot more sense than Santa breaking into the house using the front door!:crazy:

I would have much rather my parents told me the truth than that witch i my fourth grade class!

My older cousin told me when I was 4 years old. My parents had already decided not to "lie" about Santa if we asked about him, so when I asked my mom if my cousin was telling the truth she admitted that he was. I was MAD! I felt like a fool (at 4 years old...lol!) I still remember it.

My own kids are different though. The oldest (11 now) found out from friends as school in second grade. She asked me and I told her. Then (and this is the truth) at Easter, I figured she knew if Santa wasn't real that the Easter Bunny wasn't. But no...I made some comment about it and she cried and cried. No tears for Santa since she felt smart for figuring it out herself, but bawling over the Easter bunny. :(

My 9 year old found out in first grade from kids at school, but she still pretended to believe even last year. This year though she is trying to be mature so she's been asking me what I bought the other kids and asking to help pick out her little brother's Santa gifts.

The youngest still believes. He is seven and honestly I think this is probably his last year of believing. Kids at school are always talking about it. I teach first grade and it never fails, as soon as someone mentions Santa, a few kids start yelling, "Santa isn't real!" Ugh! It makes me mad because then I have to be careful how I respond to that. I always tell the kids that he comes to my house every year. LOL!

Maybe 6 or 7, my older sisters saved my mom the trouble. :(

Not an answer to your question but to quote "Miracle On 34th Street"...

"Christmas is not just a day, it's a state of my mind that lasts all year long"

and since I choose to live my life with that motto, I have since added, we are all Santa if we choose, if you celebrate the holiday and give presents, then yes you too are Santa, because he gives presents and so do you.

I remember a few years back, my gf and I (who were both in our 30's) left a white powdered donut on the table when we went to bed on christmas eve, call me overly sentimental, but try it as an adult.....I promise it will bring a warm memory to your heart...... and yes before she got up in the morning, I snuck and disposed of the doughnut, or did I??? all I know it was gone....

The youngest still believes. He is seven and honestly I think this is probably his last year of believing.


I said in another thread that I had started, that studies show that the average age nowadays that kids stop beliving in Santa Claus is 8. Compared to the age they stopped beliving in Santa Claus was 10 in the 90's. So you could be right.