I don’t remember a specific age the transition happened, or if I ever actually believed it, but I remember my family getting a PS3 one year for Christmas “from Santa”. Sometime in the Summer, I was in the car while my mom was on the phone talking about the PS3 she got for us needing a repair or something. Again it wasn’t that I believed in Santa at that point, it just became a core memory of “Oh you lied about that”

I never grew up with him. So it was never a question for me.

I don’t quite remember if this memory is actually true (my memory has been deteriorating), but I think it was that:

I found out one of my uncles are pretending to be santa (I mean like bruh, they think we kids don’t recognize their faces after some disguises). So I just stopped believing in such nonsense. Also decided that deities are almost certainly not real around the same time, and so chrismas technically made me an atheist. I think I was about 8 or 9 at the time.

Edit: I don’t have children, and don’t plan on it (due to depression), but if I ever had any children, I would never lie like that. That just cause trust issues.

Like I just start speculating that my parents are always plotting against me somehow.

If you are reading this, please dont continue with this nonsense lie, you dont want your kids to turn out to be paranoid and skeptical of everything.

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.

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.

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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.

Around 10, I think… My mother thought she’d tell me about Santa and sex all in one car journey. Thanks for ending my childhood in one fell swoop!

Our kids always knew it was pretend so we all pretend together and everyone has fun. They never say anything to the believers or even the adults because that would ruin the fun. We do cookies and everything.

My six year old has begun to plaintively declare his belief in both magic and Santa, unprompted. I think he fears children who do not play along are not as well rewarded.

I’m the kind of parent who doesn’t tell their kids what to believe, but I also don’t bullshit him. “You believe in magic. So, you’ve seen magic?” I don’t know why he’d think he needs to pretend. Maybe it’s just that he isn’t ready to face facts. I don’t argue, I just try to make him think.

I stopped believing around 9 or 10 but started believing again when I became Santa for my family.

Okay, asking somebody how long they believed in Santa Claus is so stupid, you can’t even consider the topic suitable for idle conversation. But if you still wanna know how long I believed in some old fat guy who wears a funky red suit, I can tell you this: I’ve never believed in him, ever. The Santa that showed up at my kindergarten Christmas festival, I knew he was fake. And I never saw mommy kissing Santa or anything. But I have to say, that even as a little kid, I knew better than to believe in some old man that only worked one day a year. Now, having said that, it wasn’t until I got older that I realized that aliens, time travelers, ghosts, monsters, espers, the evil syndicates and the anime/manga/fantasy flick heroes that fight said evil syndicates, were also fake. Okay, I guess I always knew those things were bogus, I just didn’t wanna admit it. All I ever wanted was for an alien, time traveler, ghost, monster, esper, evil syndicate, or the hero that fought them to just appear and say “Hey”. Unfortunately, reality is a hard road indeed. Yep, you gotta admit, the laws of physics definitely puts a damper on things.

Real ones know 😏

As a child I wasn’t good at accepting much of anything at face value. If I did ever believe I was quite young.

I think I was 3 the year my mom had to work as an Easter Bunny at a photo op to make ends meet, and I’m not sure much belief survived seeing the Easter Bunny rip its head off and reveal my mother inside.

I’m not sure if I ever really believed it. My parents would be very tongue in cheek when talking about “Santa” in a way that I picked up on early. I have a memory of kindergarten where I realized that everyone else thought Santa was real, and it made me start questioning if I was the one that was wrong

5-6 - same with my kids. Keeping it up for too long risks making them religious as well.

I was born low class family from Peru. Nobody has chimneys there, I knew the fucker was avoiding us.