When did you stop believing in Santa?

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Yes, I think they did but I never believed them. I wouldn't say not believing my parents lies about a fictional character should be classed as being "deprived". I've always fully enjoyed my Christmas' and the related festivities even as a young child; I always viewed Mr. Claus as precisely what he was - a fairytale.

I've never interacted with a 'Santa's Grotto' in anyway, nor have I ever felt the desire. :smile:

Why would you even think your parents were lying to you though?
 

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I can't remember how old I was, but I do remember that we lived in an apartment without a chimney and I asked my mom how Santa gets in and she said that he turns into an ant and crawls under the door.:biggrin1:

haha In all the stories Santa came down the fireplace, but we didn't have one. :confused: My mom said that he turned himself invisible and walked through the wall.
 

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I have 4 older brothers... they spoiled it for me before I ever had a chance to believe. No real loss, Christmas was always a wonderful holiday in our household.
 

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I don't recall ever believing in Santa Claus. My parents didn't really hammer Santa into our little minds, and I guess I was born looking for logic. My very earliest memories go back to about age 4 or 5. I just never bought the line about him travelling around the world in a reindeer-driven sleigh and visiting every single house at the stroke of midnight. It just didn't seem possible to my young mind, and then there were the store santas still hanging around when I knew he would have already had to start his journey. Finally, the issue of how he gets in a house with no fireplace...

I clearly remember being about age 6, seeing the local new station "following" Santa on the radar, and just rolling my eyes, thinking how silly the other kids must be to actually believe that.

My family must have been holding on to some old-world traditions, though. Instead of hanging stockings, we each woke to find our own bowl filled with apples, oranges, nuts, and beautiful old-fashioned hard candies. All the presents were under the tree.
 

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I was a nerd. I remember having analytical discussions on the playground with the other kids about whether or not Santa exists. I started coming to the conclusion that he couldn't when I was 7 or 8. No wonder all the kids hated me. I still had some faith though, and eventually I had to ask when the suspicion got too strong.
I think it was my parents that confirmed that there was no santa Claus.
 

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Why would you even think your parents were lying to you though?

Because at 3/4/5, or whenever my conscious memory began to form, I was intelligent enough to realise that what they were saying couldn't possibly be true. DC (whose 'experience' with Santa seems very similar to my own) perhaps words it more eloquently than I:

I don't recall ever believing in Santa Claus. My parents didn't really hammer Santa into our little minds, and I guess I was born looking for logic. My very earliest memories go back to about age 4 or 5. I just never bought the line about him travelling around the world in a reindeer-driven sleigh and visiting every single house at the stroke of midnight. It just didn't seem possible to my young mind, and then there were the store santas still hanging around when I knew he would have already had to start his journey. Finally, the issue of how he gets in a house with no fireplace...

I clearly remember being about age 6, seeing the local new station "following" Santa on the radar, and just rolling my eyes, thinking how silly the other kids must be to actually believe that.

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