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How old were you....

I suspected since I was about 6 and I think I was 8 when my parents officially told me. My parents were pretty bad about taking the price tags off of things and I couldn't figure out why Santa was buying presents. That or the elves were putting price stickers on their own toys...

I have an 8 year old son and I honestly think that he still believes in Santa. I think we're going to tell him this year after Christmas, but we have a 2 year old and obviously we want to keep it going for her for a while.
 
I learned the truth many years ago that not only is Santa Claus real, but that I am Santa Claus. I have no toy making magic, I have no flying reindeer, but I give to those in need, I am a comfort to the young and the innocent, a shared memory to the old and wizened, a stepping stone to a greater imagination, and I am a part of what makes such belief a beautiful thing. I am Santa Claus, and I still live.


I love you.
 
Here's a related question, though, for those of you who figured it out yourselves: how long before you let your parents know you "knew the truth"? I waited 3 or 4 years, because I didn't want to ruin their fun.

Well, since I have younger siblings (the youngest more than ten years younger than me), my parents were still going to continue on with the Santa stuff whether I knew the truth or not. So I don't think I ever really told them, it's not something that ever came up in conversation. Since I had doubted for so long it wasn't a very shocking moment when I learned the truth, it was just sort of like, "okay, confirmed, moving on..." so there was no need to talk to my parents about it. When it did happen to come up, it was always one of my younger siblings asking if it was real, and we would all play along. At some point in my early teens they started asking for my help in wrapping and putting out the gifts, so obviously they knew that I didn't believe anymore.
 
I don't recall how old, but somehow I had gotten the notion he doesn't exist, so naturally I assumed if that were the case, the gifst would be stashed somewhere, and that come Christmas Day, they -- plus what ever "Santa" had brought -- should be there. Nothing from Santa. Then of course I grew up and all doubts were removed. Santa, Tooth Fairy, "God", Easter Bunny -- eventually you grow up and wake up.


Of course, a family member's friend had a daughter who believed Santa was real, until it carried on until she was 12, at which point they had to break it to her. Ouch. That's a double whammy right there; one: Santa doesn't exist, two: you're so fucking naive and stupid you believed until you were almost a friggin' teenager.
 
I'd say I was 5. I know for sure I didn't go to school yet. I was always suspicious about "Santa": we lived in a large building in a crowed neighbourhood, how could he go around it without being spotted by anyone? Also, we didn't had any chimney, so how could he enter? Through the window? Sounded rather mundane...

Then one day I found the presents in a closet (I wasn't even searching, just looking for something else), so I went to my parents with my present in hands and I demanded to know why they lied to me, making me think it was "Santa" when it was them all along. I was a tough kid to raise. :lol:

I don't have kids yet, so maybe I will be goaded into it, but 'till this day, I can't honestly figure how why parents put up all this show: I know people talk about the "magic of Christmas", but to me it was magical enough to know that my parents loved me and bought me awesome gifts. I don't think it makes me cynical, just... pragmatic. :alienblush:
 
I learned the truth many years ago that not only is Santa Claus real, but that I am Santa Claus. I have no toy making magic, I have no flying reindeer, but I give to those in need, I am a comfort to the young and the innocent, a shared memory to the old and wizened, a stepping stone to a greater imagination, and I am a part of what makes such belief a beautiful thing. I am Santa Claus, and I still live.


I love you.

[HUGS] :D :adore:
 
Fun thread. Like many here, I was about 7 or 8. Combination of the handwriting thing (my mom's is very distinctive - though she always made sure that the wrapping paper on gifts from Santa never also appeared on gifts from any one else) and scuttlebutt on the playground at school I suppose.

Here's a related question, though, for those of you who figured it out yourselves: how long before you let your parents know you "knew the truth"? I waited 3 or 4 years, because I didn't want to ruin their fun.

Plus, I had a younger brother, and didn't want to spoil it for him - not that there weren't times when I was sorely tempted; the little brat. :p

Dad took the news stoically, but I swear I thought my mom was going to burst into tears.

I will say my parents were slick enough to never get caught. One time, they even assembled a rather complicated race track that took up half the living room. :lol: I can appreciate the effort that went into that, knowing it wasn't "magic."

Yeah, that amazes me to this day. Even though I knew, and even when I tried my darndest to stay awake just to catch them at it, somehow I always conked out and never heard them sneaking around. I remember so many times trying to keep my eyes open and then waking up at like 3:00 in the morning and running to the livingroom, only to see all the presents already under the tree. Talk about a "D'OH!" moment.

I have long suspected that they were putting some kind of little kiddie tranquilizers in our cookies and milk on Christmas Eve. :rofl:

At one family gathering after my brother and I were all grown up, my parents confessed that one Christmas Eve they'd had a little too much Christmas cheer and knocked over the tree while trying to put all the packages underneath. They were sure they were busted, but we never heard a thing.

Again, I think the tranq's are the only answer. :lol:

Flintstones Chewable Lunesta?
 
I must have been about 5 or 6, 2-3 years before my younger syblings were born and 5 more before they'd get a clue. My "Santa"s at the time were my grandparents, whom both have VERY distinctive handwriting (Grandpa prints in all caps, Nan wrote cursive). Plus, Santa's wrapped gifts came in a jumbo garbage bag every year.

Soon after that age came some dark times, during which the confirmation even/conversation must have been lost.

Heck, even today, I enjoy all the trapping of Christmas--the decorating, the music, and gift giving--probably a lot more than I should.

The music gets old fast, but I do have fun decorating and doing the gift wrapping. I'll wrap anything that's not addressed to me, even if it's not me giving it. I even got a giftwrap collection going, probably a lifetime's supply at this point and I'm still looking to add good patterns if I see 'em. :lol:
 
I don't remember when I found out, just that at some point I kept falling asleep trying to spy for him, and then at some other point I was being a brat and trying to convince my younger siblings that he wasn't real just because my parents had gotten me angry. :p

I kinda wish I still had siblings young enough that they believed, because ever since my youngest brother got wise to it, my mom has stopped putting ANY effort into it. "Ok, write down a list of things you want, I'll buy each and every one up until my budget and nothing else off your list, I'll order it all online and won't bother hiding them so you know exactly when and from what company everything arrives, and then I'll just leave it in my room till you guys go to bed that night. But don't worry, I'm going to brag to each of you what I got for the others so it won't be too difficult to figure out which things from your list I *didn't* get you. BTW, will you be around on the morning of Christmas Eve so we can put the fake tree up?"
 
I was 7. I found out when I saw my mom coming down the hall with a giant Toys R Us bag full of presents.
 
I was 5 and we were living in the Netherlands, and a neighbour boy, who was a year or two older than me, told me that Sinter Klaas didn't exist. I wasn't too upset about it (hey, presents are presents!) but my mom was a bit angry about it. However later that year we moved back to Canada, and switching from a Bishop who rode a white horse and came over on a boat from Spain to Santa Claus would have been impossible for my parents to pull off.

My daughter figured out Santa doesn't exist because Santa's handwriting looked a lot like mine, and I'm also lousy at hiding presents. Some years ago I thought I'd done a good job at hiding the presents but when my daughter was unwrapping one of her gifts she said, "I wonder if this the red Barbie car?", the little whatsit! :lol: She and my older son helped to keep the Santa story alive for my younger son, who believed up 'til a year or two ago.
 
I honestly have no memory of learning the truth about Santa Claus.

Same here. I do know that I would have had to been at least 8 or 9 years old though. I remember in Christmas of 83, or 84, my parents made up a whole story about reindeer footprints and eaten cookies. After that I have no memory of a Christmas believing in Santa.
 
I have long suspected that they were putting some kind of little kiddie tranquilizers in our cookies and milk on Christmas Eve. :rofl:

At one family gathering after my brother and I were all grown up, my parents confessed that one Christmas Eve they'd had a little too much Christmas cheer and knocked over the tree while trying to put all the packages underneath. They were sure they were busted, but we never heard a thing.

Again, I think the tranq's are the only answer. :lol:

Flintstones Chewable Lunesta?

:rofl:

Exactly!
 
I was 5 and we were living in the Netherlands, and a neighbour boy, who was a year or two older than me, told me that Sinter Klaas didn't exist. I wasn't too upset about it (hey, presents are presents!) but my mom was a bit angry about it. However later that year we moved back to Canada, and switching from a Bishop who rode a white horse and came over on a boat from Spain to Santa Claus would have been impossible for my parents to pull off.

Sinterklaas is real! Just not what you'd expect: :rommie:
[yt]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xv3G70mm18k[/yt]
 
What kind of 5, 6, 7 and 8 year olds know their parent's handwrititng? hell, I'm nearly 50 and I still couldn't pick out my parent's handwriting in a stack of christmas cards ...
 
Sinterklaas is real! Just not what you'd expect: :rommie:

Oh, wow, that looks fabulous! :rommie: I admit to having a bit of trouble understanding all the dialogue (my family is from Limburg and I struggle a bit with other regional accents) but I'd love to see this in its entirety. Is there a real myth behind the concept of a full moon on December 5th, or was that invented for the movie? ;)
 
I vaguely remember learning the truth when I was around 5, I believe. I remember arguing that Santa HAD to be real because I had seen him at the mall. It was then explained that the person at the mall was just a nice man in a costume.

I also seem to remember that it was my mom who told me all that, but that seems so UNLIKE anything my mother would do that I truly doubt my own memory. Needless to say, it was a vague memory.

Anyway, after I knew the truth I thought it was my moral duty to let others know the truth as well. I patiently explained repeatedly to my younger sisters that Santa wasn't real, but they never believed me. Once when we were taken to visit a Santa Claus at a store, I remember trying to use logic to make one of my sisters recognize the self-contradiction in all this. I said, "Santa is supposed to live at the North Pole, right? So is Santa at the North Pole, or is he right here?" She just excitedly looked at the guy we were visiting and responded, "He's right here! He's right here!" Didn't phase her.

Fortunately, I outgrew all of that by the time my brother was born, and went along with my parents in letting him believe the magic.
 
I never believed in him and I had to nip in the bud with my oldest a couple years ago thanks to his grandfather. Thanks to his grandfather (my father) my oldest had the ideal that "Santa" was going to bring every toy and video game he want at Christmas ("Don't worry Daddy doesn't have the money, but Santa will bring it for christmas" arrrrgh!). I asked Dad is he had to the money to do it (which his snidely answered "no, but what's the problem just buy the toys?") or was I going to have a heart-broken kid on Christmas morning? So I had to sit my oldest down and explain the truth to him (figure a short term heart break before the holidays was better) and promptly got chewed out by my father and his sister for "ruining the holidays".
 
Seven years old. My uncle was Santa at the mall near his house that year, and my mom, my aunt and grandma took all of us kids to get pictures of us on his lap. When it was my turn I took one look into those eyes, and recognized my uncle instantly. I started to say something but he sushed me before I could. Later, the family gathered that uncle and aunts house for an before (not by much) Chirstmas dinner, and my uncle came home from work in his suit in order to make all of us cousins think that Santa decided to pay us a special visit. After a while, my mom, my uncle and aunt dissapered into my uncle and aunt's bedroom, and after a few minutes, I decided to see what they were doing (hoping to catch an early glimpse of some gifts), and found my mom and aunt helping my uncle out of his suit. They were in the middle of a conversation, and my mom said something to the effect of "at least the children still believe in Santa Claus". This prompted me to come out of hiding saying "What does that mean??". It was then that they explained to me that Santa wasn't a real person. My uncle sat me down and tried to soften the blow by telling me that "There is a little Santa in all of us". Then he asked me if I wanted to try on the suit. My mom and my aunt encouraged me to, so I stood there while the three of them dressed me up. Then I went back out into the living room where everybody else was, and when the younger kids saw me, they got all excited. One of my cousins pointed to me and practically shrieked "Santa shrunk!"
 
About 9-10 we kinda figured it out, maybe a little earlier that you'd have to be traveling at light speed or beyond to do what "Santa does"
No wonder the old guy is tired.

I will always recall my high school Physics teacher scientifically disproving Santa Claus with the following analysis.


1) No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer which only Santa has ever seen.

2) There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. BUT since Santa doesn't (appear) to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish and Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total - 378 million according to Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes there's at least one good child in each.

3) Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 822.6 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has 1/1000th of a second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house. Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about .78 miles per household, a total trip of 75-1/2 million miles, not counting stops to do what most of us must do at least once every 31 hours, plus feeding and etc.

This means that Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second, 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle on earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second - a conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles per hour.

4) The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized lego set(2 pounds), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that "flying reindeer" (see point #1) could pull TEN TIMES the normal amount, we cannot do the job with eight, or even nine. We need 214,200 reindeer. This increases the payload - not even counting the weight of the sleigh - to 353,430 tons. Again, for comparison - this is four times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth.

5) 353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance - this will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as spacecraft re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules of energy. Per second. Each. In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them, and create deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team will be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second. Santa, meanwhile, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than gravity. A 250-pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force.

In conclusion - If Santa ever DID deliver presents on Christmas Eve, he's dead now.
 
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