<p>When did you find out that Santa Claus doesn't exist?</p>
<p>I figured it out when i was 6.</p>
<p>I dont really remember believing he was actually real…</p>
<p>Yeah, I never believed in him either…</p>
<p>I remember my mom used to take me to those santas in the mall, and stores and stuff when I was around 3-4 and I remember noticing the were all really different from each other… And some wore masks…Which is kinda stupic actually, cuz even small kids can tell the difference between a real beard and a plastic MASK.</p>
<p>When I was really young (like 5 or 6) I grew suspicious. So I decided to “test the truth.” That Christmas I saved one of Santa’s tags from my presents and compared it to my mother’s handwriting. There were a few differences (such as the curved bottom to “t”) but all the nuances of her writing were there.</p>
<p>Then I realized that Santa Claus was a girl and really did know when I was sleeping, because he was my mother.</p>
<p>P.S. - In before “What? Santa’s not real?” jokes.</p>
<p>Around 4. My sister told me. </p>
<p>I still blame her for ruining my childhood. -.-</p>
<p>ETA:
Lol. I remember when I was 5, going to see a Santa somewhere. I then realized that it was my mom’s co-worker.
My parents had to do some quick talking there, because they assumed I still believed.</p>
<p>I can’t remember ever completely believing in Santa, although I’m sure I did at some point. I think around five or six I started questioning it. When I was around seven, I decided to test my theory by telling the santas I talked to (at the mall, etc.) one thing I wanted and my parents a different thing. I (<em>shocking ending</em>) ended up getting what I asked my parents for.</p>
<p>Around 5. Common sense and logic told me that it was improbable.</p>
<p>I think I read somewhere that it is possible for Santa Claus to exist.</p>
<p>Santa’s not real?!?!?!?!?!</p>
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<p>I remember waking up in the middle of the night on Christmas Eve with my brother and our parents were gone. Not that they ever tried to make it un-obvious, I mean, they had the present gift-wrapped from the department store we always shopped at.
I think I was around five.</p>
<p>my parents always just left the gifts on the table to avoid the whole wrapping paper dilemma</p>
<p>Oh haha. My parents didn’t like the idea of deceiving their kids to believe in childish nonsense. They were of the opinion that happy childhood=learning lots of math before other kids.</p>
<p>I used to laugh really meanly at all the kids in kindergarten who believed lol. It was pretty fun.</p>
<p>i found the gifts in the car trunk</p>
<p>My parents never told me he was real to begin with. I didn’t care where they came from anyway I just wanted the toys</p>