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My mom taught me better that that ..... praise Jesus

I kept on believing in Santa Claus, I kept on believing in him in 6th grade as well. But , that was also when my mom had to tell sooner or later that .......... Santa Claus isn't real. (The reason why she told me that was because she was afraid that I would be made fun of at school. [But, nobody has ever made fun of me about believing in Santa Claus.] So~it was a bad "Reality Chat" from my mom {lols}.) I was very shocked and I felt like my heart ripped in two,.........a little. But, even now.....strangely......a part of myself, still (strongly) believed in him. I don't care if people think I have such a childish mind. Besides, having a child-ish mind, means that your imagination is like a different world you've created through out your entire life.

It's kind of ironic but I stopped believing in Santa when I got a present when I was somewhere around 7-9 years old, can't remember exactly how old I was. Up to that age I was told that Santa was supposed to put the presents beneath a tree. In my old house there were two fireplaces and the tree we set up was beside one of them. When I woke up that morning I went to the tree but found no presents. Then I went to the kitchen and my mom was like "Did you check to see if Santa gave you a present?" and my mom pointed at the second fireplace in my house and I looked at it and there was the present. The present was right next to the fireplace and it was the only one, lying there, all alone and it felt very un-christmas-ish. Then considering how sarcastically my mom said what she said above and how she pointed at the present so deliberately it made everything feel so wrong. That experience pretty much had me doubting Santa and so I decided to do something next Christmas that would make or break my doubts and I still laugh at what I did to this day:

The next Christmas I wished that I would get a stuffed animal that would talk and interact as if it were a "real" stuffed animal. I used Doraemon as a reference. Of course this never came true so from that point on I thought Santa was just BS.

Who knew Doraemon was the anti-Santa they foretold of in the yule log book of Revelations! @_@

Actually my parents always told me there wasn't a Santa, but I still believed in him. And when I was three we didn't have a fireplace and I was flipping out over how Santa was supposed to get in |(C_C)|

Though I knew the Santa in the mall was NOT Santa.

Its sad when your older sister kills the buzz by letting it slip out that Santa isn't realy. I was in the fifth grade, already suspicious about Santa, but I thought I would find out through snooping around or staying up past midnight! I love how little kids truly believe he is real. It makes you start believing again, even if you're turning 19 years old!

Santa Clause isn't real?

I don't know if I ever quite believed in Santa. I mean, come on...a large man who flies around in a sled and visits every house on the planet within 24 hours? Sure I heard the stories as a child but something just didn't seem quite right...
Although frankly, it'll be nice if he did exist though....

I can't really say I have ever really believed in santa, i mean it really didn't make sense how a man could deliver that many gifts like that in one night.

ur 22 yrs old?

Oh, God. I can't tell if you're joking, or if you couldn't tell _I _ was joking.

2nd grade. I realized that my grandma and Santa had the same handwriting and I asked her about it and she smiled and winked at me! XD

2nd grade. I realized that my grandma and Santa had the same handwriting and I asked her about it and she smiled and winked at me! XD

If I were you’re grandma, I’d ‘a been a douche, and tried to have convinced you that I’m Santa Clause.

I was 5 years old when i asked my grandmother what am i going to get from SC when she said ''I'm SC" i was really sad in that moment but ...

Around when i was 7 i stoped believing in santa to be honest i wasn't the type of kid that jumped around going yay hes coming so when i found out he wasnt real didnt really stun me.

I think long ago, I now have ten and eighteen, maybe stop believing as at 6 years or so ... I remember it was because one day down to the kitchen for some water and saw my parents putting presents under the tree and putting candy canes on boots ...

Well, anyway, and that step, now just have to lie to children, that way they will feel more happy and excited, poor things when they hear that everything is a very well-staged farce.

In other countries, the figure of Saint Nicholas was also blended with local folklore. As an example of the still surviving pagan imagery, in Nordic countries the original bringer of gifts at Christmas time was the Yule Goat, a somewhat startling figure with horns.

In the 1840s however, an elf in Nordic folklore called "Tomte" or "Nisse" started to deliver the Christmas presents in Denmark. The Tomte was portrayed as a short, bearded man dressed in gray clothes and a red hat. This new version of the age-old folkloric creature was obviously inspired by the Santa Claus traditions that were now spreading to Scandinavia. By the end of the 19th century this tradition had also spread to Norway and Sweden, replacing the Yule Goat. The same thing happened in Finland, but there the more human figure retained the Yule Goat name. But even though the tradition of the Yule Goat as a bringer of presents is now all but extinct, a straw goat is still a common Christmas decoration in all of Scandinavia.

I once woke up (forgot when... sometime during elementary school) during the middle of the night only to see someone (skinny) in their pajamas rustling around the Christmas tree and not a fat old dude with a red suit... OTL

I don't quite remember, but it was definitely late age when I sopped believing in Santa Claus, maybe age 12. My father always teased me saying, Santa won't put presents into your shoe because it stinks ... >:3 >:3