I never believed in Santa Claus. Then when I was 5 we went into the city just before Christmas, and my Dad said, "Go sit on Santa's lap, and you'll get a candy cane." So I was a little confused because now I was seeing Santa Claus and hearing his voice. Who was he? I figured it out myself in the car on the way home that he was must be a man who worked for the store, and just dressed up at Christmastime to make kids happy. Not a bad guess eh?
My parents never indulged childhood gullibility. In fact they completed discouraged it. I recall as late as ages even 9-10 or so in school getting heckled for laughing off peoples' "belief" in Santa Claus. I even recall the argument "but if you don't believe in Santa Claus then you can't believe in Jesus." Which made me laugh harder of course. :lol:
I never believed on it. I was confused as a child, I through there was some conspiracy to bullshit kids, which proved somehow what adult thought of us : That we were retarded...
My parents told me when I was in 3rd grade, and I was hot mad at them, and I still don't blame my younger self for it. I still hate how they lied to me, and especially how strongly they enforced it. AND If *I* lied to them, especially for something that big, I'd get in huge trouble for it. When I still believed, I asked my parents to promise me that Santa was real and that there would never be a day when I'm older when they would tell me he wasn't. And they promised. My mom said, "You know those dumb kids in class who insist that Santa isn't real? Well... they're right". I started yelling that they're wrong, and refused to believe that Santa wasn't real until 12 - 18 months later. This was also the time I started to question whether God was real or not. Somehow I knew that my parents really did believe in God and the same thing wouldn't happen with him. You'd think that I would think, "Well I was this sure that Santa was real and he isn't, so maybe it will happen with God too?" I wanted it to happen, but I was fairly sure that it wouldn't. I verified once in for all that adults really do believe in God when I got internet access and saw (and participated in some) debates about whether God exists. If I have kids (and they will be adopted if I do), I won't have them believe in Santa Clause.
My parents always said he wasn't real. They were afraid that if they lied to me about Santa Claus, then I might not trust them to tell the truth later on.
In like 2nd grade when I saw mom putting the gifts under the tree-I never told them I saw them until a few years ago haha we had a nice laugh about t though
Never really believed him - but mum always told me 'If you don't believe - you don't receive!' What sealed the deal was when I looked at my mum's receipts. My younger sister took a whole lot longer. However- she seems to hate the thought of santa now that she knows he isn't real.
Why do we do this to children? On what planet is it a good thing to lie outrageously and at great length to kids? Please will someone give me a good reason for doing it?
I was about 10. I'd figured it out by then (questioning logic of Santa situation) but I held onto it for a while because I wanted to believe. If it helps, I decided I was an atheist when I was 14.
I kinda always knew despite being raised in a religious household. My parents never said he was real or not, but my mom would use santa as an excuse for us to be good. In fact, me and my brother would try to catch our parents put the presents under the tree every year haha.
In Elementary School. I found a book titled "The Truth about Santa Clause". The Librarian asked me if I was sure I wanted to read it, and I said I was prepared to learn the truth. I read it before I got home and, without saying a word, showed the book to my mom and dad. We had a nice little chat afterwards.