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I was probably 7 or 8.
I lost a tooth and put it under my pillow without telling my parents. Toothfairy never came.
Didn't believe in any of the mythical things after that.
Edit: Oh and we play along. He's 14 and definitely knows but the wife enjoys it more than he does. So he's milking it and I applaud him for it.
I never grew up with him. So it was never a question for me.
I think I was in my 20s when I realized that some people/kids actually believe in Santa. I was aware of Christmas/Santa, but that it was just a story nobody thought was real. At least I wasn't the girl I met about that time who was telling her friends in first grade that Santa wasn't real.
I belong to of those rare Christian sects that don't believe in Christmas.
I was born low class family from Peru. Nobody has chimneys there, I knew the fucker was avoiding us.
I was on the Plaza, on Black Friday and there were at least 8 Santas. I know cuz' I was one of them. Have you never heard of SantaCon.Info? Of course Santa is real, as real as you make them.
As a New Yorker, I absolutely am familiar with SantaCon and the jolly, puking hoards of Santas it brings forth, lol
Our version is a little more jolly and wholesome; a lot less puking. Last year there was this one kid, about 5 or 6, looking at us, no less than 6 Santas, absolutely gobsmacked. I made eye contact with his parents, got the ok, walked over, made jolly, gave him a gift, lots of ho ho ho's, and continued on my way. Magick!
We don't celebrate Christmas. It took me very long to realize that there are children who actually believe in Santa.
I was 8. Lost a tooth at my grandparents house and my grandpa chose to wait until after sunrise to take the tooth and return some tooth fairy treasures. I first asked for confirmation that the tooth fairy was not real. He nodded. I considered that for a second and then followed up with "and Santa?" He nodded again, I shrugged and went back to sleep.
I kept the secret until they asked directly and just didn't lie. They seemed to have turned out fine.
I realized the note from the Easter bunny was in my father’s handwriting. I felt “in on the joke” and remember that applying to other holidays like Xmas too. I must have been 6 or 8.
I questioned it around 8 and fully stopped believing around 10. When you behave and ask for the same gift three years in a row you start to wonder. Before that I believed that he was magic and was incredibly fast.
Years ago I didn't want to teach my children about Santa because of the Christian connections, but then I realized why we have holidays over winter. If it makes them happy I'll do it, but I'll also be teaching them about all the other connections to pagan religions when they're old enough to understand.
Why do you need Santa at all? Why not just teach them, every year around this time we give gifts to each other
Santa is real; he comes to your bedroom to give you wishes and take your soul...
I think I spelled that right...
I got visit from saint nicolas. And i knew the truth at about 8. We did not have a coca cola commercial to celebrate 25/12. So for that one i do not have a age .
Atm Some kids here know it in 1st year off school ( not kindergarden ) so about 6/7. They talk so when the next year is there : about 90 % knows it. And the year after that it is not more expected to have believers in the klas.
I remember my mate at school when I was 6 or so telling me your mum and dad let him. Can’t remember anything beyond that.
pretty early. 5 or 6. religious celebration salad + small thinking just won't let that pass through. it became a family in-joke after.
philosophy class got me a glimpse of adulting and got me believing again.
I get what you mean. Christmas was never about the religious aspect for me, but about family getting together, the holiday cheer, and exchanging gifts. Also, booze and huge meals.
I’m an atheist, but I still celebrate Christmas.
yes, it's now these small things that make people happy that make it important.
religious santa or the commercial santa just becomes a bonus side-effect.
I was a skeptic since at least the age of six. I remember having to write a letter to Santa in first grade and basically wrote down I didn't believe in him. I wouldn't want to teach my kids the "Santa is real" nonsense, otherwise they might believe God is too.
A bit before I started questioning religion. 9-10 years old?
Six. My lone Jewish friend told me. It was a big old fucking bummer.
To understand the gap between how Santa Claus (or Christmas) is understood and how it actually functions in modern capitalist society it is insufficient to see the problem simply as one of subjective ‘misunderstandings’ held by individuals, classes, or whole peoples. One must investigate the political economy which grounds, that is, which reflects that erroneous image of itself. The gap between the actual “capitalist” Santa and the ideological “communist” Santa is objective, it is required by the existing material relations of social production and reproduction. Capitalist ideology must disguise the cut-throat values of bourgeois individualism with the universalist values of Santa’s socialistic humanism.
-Carlos Garrido
I don't know what you're talking about. The only people that believe Santa Claus isn't real or the people who have no joy in their lives.
Even if you say you don't believe he's real there's a part of you that thinks that he might be real and you know it.
