I was in 1st grade, i figured out that it was impossible and asked my parents about it, and they told me. Then i asked them why they lied to me hhahaha.
whoa whoa whoa...... Santa's not real? What the fuck? Who gives me presents on Christmas morning then? How do you explain that one? Unless like, my mother got in on-....OH MY GOD-
well i figured santa was always real but i guess i should of noticed when mrs. clause showed up my house and when all her clothes were off it was ure mom.
i have a clear memory head of not believing santa was real. i cannot pinpoint it to whether i was 3 or 4. the idea of santa survived in my head, because it was nice, but i have no memory at the moment where i believed he exhisted in the first place. (remembering stuff this far back is addictive)
i'd like to think that there is a bit of santa / father christmas in all of us though. (and no, i'm not talking about eating him)
i caught on to it when i was about 8 or so and i saw my parents eating santas cookie and drinking his milk, then it all clicked and made me relize that he was fake.....
My sister woke me up and she was like "WOAH...I think I hear santa clause!"...so I went downstairs to see him and I saw my parents stuffing my stockings and I was fucking confused/sad.
woah 6th grade? isnt that really old to still believe in santa? i doubted it when i was in like 2nd grade then by 3rd or 4th i knew for sure he wasnt real.
i dont really remember when but i remember how. I was talking to my mom and i go "chanukah harry, hahahahahaa" and she goes "santa clause, hahahahahahahah" and im like "what? santa isn't real?" and she goes "o, well, no"
At the ripe inquisitive age of four. where i looked at my mom and said, theres no way this is real. and she said no. so the idea of santa was dead to me.
maybe when I was 5, because my dads santa mask fell off.
If you're wondering here in Finland we selebrate on Christmas eve and santa always comes visit us and gives presents. Well it stopped when me and my brother reliazed that santa isn't real.
when i was like 6 i saw my parents putting the christmas presents under the tree from "santa" and "santa's" handwriting was the exact same shitty style of my dad's i never really cared though...just as long as i still got the presents
One time in like grade 5 ish, I saw a pair of ski's under my moms bed. And then my sister got them for christmas from santa. And that pretty much ruined it all
i think it first started to question when i was around six becuase i would see my parents and oldder sisters wrappying presents. but of course they just said "o well santa brings u some and we get u some too". heh, wierd. then i think just like next year on Christmas or they day after i waas like "dad, theere is no santa is there"? he said no. i was satisfied