<p>Did you stop at an earlier or later age than most of your friends. I don't really remember when I stopped. I think it was probably late 3rd grade (couldn't have been later than that cuz our fourth grade teacher ruined it for everyone by telling, even though some didnt believe her haha.) I don't think I stopped all at once, just gradually piecing things together. One of my friends still believed in 6th grade (might've been 7th.) on another note I swear I saw a six foot black rabbit on easter in my neighbors yard when I was 7.</p>
<p>In Kindergarten or 1st grade I saw a news cast on TV about “how to tell your kids Santa isn’t real.” Probably one of life’s most disappointing moments…</p>
<p>Wh-what? He’s not real?!</p>
<p>I never believed in him (I’m Jewish).</p>
<p>My god you guys, you have to believe or else you won’t get any presents!!!1!1!11!</p>
<p>@awesome I am so sorry that you had such a traumatic experience. </p>
<p>Santa is real guys.</p>
<p>My parents always told me it was fake because they thought it was wrong to lie to me.
I’m still not sure whether I’m happy about this or not.</p>
<p>1st grade…I rationalized that he must not be real if magic wasn’t real…I asked my parents if it was true and of course they said he was real. So I said " Is he or isn’t he and you better tell me the truth" and they admitted the truth.</p>
<p>St. Nicholas however, is real. (Well he’s dead now, so was real)</p>
<p>lets see i believed fully till the 5th grade.
I then became agnostic about it
I started wavering on the 6th grade about pure Santa Athiesm.
Finally, in the 7th grade my parents told me</p>
<p>Fifth grade. It was getting close to Christmas time, and I was on the bus one morning. My classmates were teasing me and they kept saying that Santa was just my parents. I refused to believe them… I still feel sort of embarrassed because I was so adamant that Santa Claus was real. And then when I went home later that day, I asked my dad about it, and he told me the truth. <em>sigh</em></p>
<p>I was in about second grade… We set out burned cookies for Santa, right, and my mom slipped up and said </p>
<p>How will we ever eat all of these?</p>
<p>Those cookies ended up in the trash the next day, btw.</p>
<p>the moment my mom told me about him, actually.</p>
<p>i used logic to debate his so-called good deeds. </p>
<p>yet i still pretended to believe in him, knowing each year my mom would cash in some nice presents for me.</p>
<p>3rd grade for me. I have never told my high school children that he’s not real. They know of course, but I’ll never say those words.</p>
<p>3rd or 4th grade</p>
<p>Um, what’s not real? I know my parents put my gifts under the tree, but are you suggesting that Saint Nicholas never existed?</p>
<p>You are all a lost generation.</p>
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<p>Read my post. I’m not a lost generation. There is indeed a difference between Santa and St. Nick</p>
<p>Lol, yes, I know, I just wanted to use that great quote by Gertrude Stein. Also one of the epigraphs in The Sun Also Rises. Great stuff.</p>
<p>I don’t know why but I never believed in santa claus. I don’t even remember my parents telling me he doesn’t exist. It may be because I don’t celebrate christmas? Or maybe it’s because I’ve always been realistic.</p>
<p>I never believed in the traditional stuff (Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, Santa) but I believed for awhile when I was maybe two/three that Goldfish crackers were living fish.</p>
<p>Haven’t you watched The Polar Express?</p>