[NF] How old were you when you stopped believing in Santa?

[InFsheeP]

I've never really believed in Santa in the first place.....
From the first Christmas I can remember, I was already dubious about his existance.
Since I lived in a skyscraper, with barred windows, logic told me Santa can't possibly get in coz he's too fat, so when i received a box of skittles as a present 'from' santa give by my parents I was like... yea right, thats you being cheap! but i didn't say it out of coz just in case i wouldn't get any present from santa (my parents) next yr.....

Then the next day when I went to nursery, my best friend happily bragged about what she got for Christmas from Santa, (a toy dressing table which was very popular amongst little girls at that time), I was like 'yup Santa clearly doesn't exist'...

Coz why were we treated so differently if he did exist?? I was a GOOD girl too!!!

Years gone past n I turned 11, I pretended I still believed in santa by writing a christmas card to him saying I would like the Sims as a present, and left it on the window sill. Mum read it and bought if for me XDDDDDDDD Mission successful !!!!!!1

 

[Afkan]

...Years gone past n I turned 11, I pretended I still believed in santa by writing a christmas card to him saying I would like the Sims as a present, and left it on the window sill. Mum read it and bought if for me XDDDDDDDD Mission successful !!!!!!1

Your story was really funny!!!

 

[briochick]

I never did believe in Santa. My parents didn't want me to misinterpret Santa and God and later use the deceptive Santa as reason to believe God didn't exist (they didn't want me believing God was Santa for adults) so they told me he was fake from the get-go. Instead I got stories about the Saints and martyrs and babies in stables and reasons why census' are good things.
LOL. Sometimes I love my family.

 

[Killjoy]

I don't remember exactly when, but when I was six I couldn't sleep one Christmas night because I was waiting for "Santa" (I knew it was my parents) to get up and put gifts under the tree.

I got tired of waiting, so I went to the car, retrieved the presents from the trunk and put them under the tree myself.

And in an attempt to cover their ass, my parents told me they were employed by Santa Claus.

 

[harmonyizmine]

I was 5 or 6. The logic didn't add up. However, by the time I was 7 I decided it was a huge conspiracy created by parents to control their kids and it was my job to uncover it. I decided that I should let all kids know so they wouldn't be duped. Haha.

Think about that weird song, "He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you are awake, he knows when you've been good or bad so be good for goodness sake." How freaky is that?

I was the kid who shattered other kids' belief in santa. Sorry guys!

 

[InFsheeP]

Your story was really funny!!!

XDD

Think about that weird song, "He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you are awake, he knows when you've been good or bad so be good for goodness sake." How freaky is that?

I've never actually thought of this XDD
The way you put it is soo funny... I couldn't stop laughing for ages XDDD

 

[Udog]

I was a late bloomer. Yay for INFP naivety!

Sometime in second third grade, around Easter time, I finally started really thinking about the Easter Bunny. I realized that the idea of a large, bouncing bunny that delivered candy was really, really stupid. How can such an creature exist? So I looked at my step dad, and said, "The Easter bunny doesn't really exist, does he?" He replied, "No," and I nodded in satisfaction.

Then I went into my mind, and made the Ne-parallel connection between the Easter Bunny and Santa. If they could fool me about the Easter Bunny, what's keeping them from doing the same with Santa? The two weren't really that different, afterall. My heart sunk... and asked him if Santa really exists. Faced with the direct question from a skeptical son, he finally admitted to me that an omniscient and omnipresent fat man with magical, flying reindeer does not, in fact, exist.

 

[sticker]

Never believed in him because my house doesn't have a chimney.

 

[GirlFromMars]

Never believed in him because my house doesn't have a chimney.

Ah, but he was MAGIC! He didn't need a chimney.

 

[Matthew_Z]

I had an extended family that I saw every Christmas. I had 6 older female cousins and they thoroughly enjoyed trying to mess with me to see what I would believe. Doors can lock themselves, ghosts are buried under the house, etc. (Oh the things they things they tried to sell me with the excuse of "underground." Closets had trapdoors leading to other closets, all the while the 6 of them are taking turns distracting me and switching rooms. Apparently I loved to spell things at that age, and my cousins would make up words to see if I would believe they're real, then challenge me to spell them.) It's as if my family felt it was their duty for me to believe in Santa. I always knew there were gifts from relatives and whatnot under the tree a week before Christmas or so, but then on Christmas morning there would be some extra presents from "Santa." I don't recall the age when that belief in Santa ended, but I do remember making the connection that my parents used the same wrapping paper, handwriting, and bows as Santa. Sure, he might somehow be using a familiar wrapping paper so the kids aren't afraid of Santa, but I was onto him.

But my parents had the cards in their favor. We had a chimney, only SOME of the presents were from Santa, and they were numerous enough to not contradict the notion that good kids get a healthy amount of presents. Being something of a loner, I never really discussed Christmas with other kids enough to discover that Santa played favorites. (sure, there were some TV specials, but those are fiction, aren't they?)

 

[Little Linguist]

When I was 6 and a first grader, a second grader told me. I was so pissed off at my family for lying that I cried for like a whole day. Not because it wasn't real, but because I had realized I had been stupid enough to believe a family-bred lie.

 

[antireconciler]

I was like in SIXTH GRADE!

I kind of like the idea of just being honest with kids about something so harmless as where your presents come from. I can't imagine getting joy out of fooling a little kid. The world is rich enough you don't have to tell lies to preserve innocence, and I think the idea that one has to is a great disservice to one's self.

 

[miss fortune]

I never beleived... it just didn't seem practical

plus, my dad would always slip up and talk about finding the presents in the stores

I kind of feel like I missed out on something by not beleiving though

 

[Matthew_Z]

I was like in SIXTH GRADE!

It happens to the best of us.

 

[tsumatachi_san]

About 5 or 6, when my friend told me after swimming that he wasn't real. I was pretty upset

 

[Tallulah]

I don't remember how old I was. I wanted to believe, though. When I got a little older, I had heard from friends that Santa wasn't real, but I didn't want him not to come, so I didn't want to ask my parents. I remember thinking, "When I have kids, I'll just buy them some presents just in case, and then wait to see if Santa comes. And then if he doesn't, they'll still have presents." :-D

I accidentally told my little sister, though. She asked me if Santa was real, and I said he was so she'd believe, and then she said she would ask mom, and I told her, "No! Don't! Then Santa won't come, and the Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy won't come!" And my mother overheard and got mad at me for inadvertently telling her they were all make-believe.

The policy as we got older was, "Those who believe, receive." So my sister and I "believed" until we went to college. :-D Santa was good to us.

 

[GirlFromMars]

I don't remember how old I was. I wanted to believe, though. When I got a little older, I had heard from friends that Santa wasn't real, but I didn't want him not to come, so I didn't want to ask my parents. I remember thinking, "When I have kids, I'll just buy them some presents just in case, and then wait to see if Santa comes. And then if he doesn't, they'll still have presents." :-D

I accidentally told my little sister, though. She asked me if Santa was real, and I said he was so she'd believe, and then she said she would ask mom, and I told her, "No! Don't! Then Santa won't come, and the Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy won't come!" And my mother overheard and got mad at me for inadvertently telling her they were all make-believe.

The policy as we got older was, "Those who believe, receive." So my sister and I "believed" until we went to college. :-D Santa was good to us.

Aaww.

 

[1104]

i went public (preschool) at a pretty young age, so the possibility was always there. but i never cared whether it was my parents or not, as long as we mutually agreed to pretend. hell, he brought me presents this year.