Did You Ever Believe in Santa Claus?

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I never believed in Santa and thought it was unrealistic, although my parents never played it up either as they are of the strict nature that Christmas is to be about Jesus, not Santa Claus.

Though they did try to play up the tooth fairy, but I never believed that either. Again, it seemed unrealistic and impossible, and I could have never believed that there were actually real fairies out there..

I always knew Santa wasn't real.

Imagine being an eight year old kid who didn't believe in anything...

I have always believed in Santa, in one form or another. When I was small, I believed in him as a literal being, when I got older, he existed as a pure spirit of joy and innocence. The thing that keeps me faithful after all these years is simple: all faith, especially that of a child, is extremely powerful. Over time, with constant care, that energy-pattern can grow into its own independent entity. There may not be a true Santa now, but that only means that someday, there will be. I still leave a few home-made cookies by my parent's fireplace each year in the hope that he may be real enough to eat them. Santa always knew I was really a good kid underneath all my strangeness and rages and I feel that I owe him this much. He was the first real example of fairness and compassion that I'd had as a kid, and I just won't put that aside for the sake of looking "grown up."

Our house "believes"...

We enjoy the season, more than we do the day. The very idea that something magical will happen, is what keeps it alive. My parents also subscribed to keeping the spirit of Christmas alive by encouraging us to live out our fantasies of Santa and all things Christmas.

My daughter is of an age where everyone around her talks about him being a fake...so she opts out of admitting to them that she believes, but deep down absolutely loves the idea.

In this house we agree that so long as we believe... he will come. Christmas is a magical time of year for us and we quite like it this way. Can't wait for our Halloween decorations to come down, so we can bring out the Christmas lights, decorations and the growing collection of Victorian Santa's!! !

I don't know, but I assume I did. I can't really remember when I stopped believing either.

I believed in santa up until i was 5.

Mum wrote a card to me saying..."To Brittany, have a wonderful christmas, from Santa".

I discovered that my mums and "santa's" handwriting looked very a like. Then thought..."I have never seen santa, nor have any proof that he is real, the handwriting is exactly the same as my mums handwriting".

After thinking that, I knew that santa wasn't real. I was soon after, telling children at school that santa wasn't real. At the age of five, saying something like that caused me a lot of unpopularity. It is better than being fooled though, to think a made up fairy tale is real.

I don't understand what all of you are talking about!

You mean to tell me... Santa... not real?



Oh God!



All these years!

Why did they lie to me!?



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Ah ha ha ha ha ha!

Nah, I never really believed as far as I can remember. But I played along as long as I could, because I thought I'd stop getting presents if they knew the jig was up.

I guess that sort of doubt and needing a reason to believe is what got me into trouble with religion. The story of "doubting Thomas" was told to me over and over by people trying to get me to stop questioning my faith. Of course they just got angry when I'd point out that Thomas doesn't seem to be a "bad" disciple for wanting proof and he doesn't get punished for it, does he?

I had to learn to believe in God in my own way. Of course, the idea I have about God is unlikely to be shared by the majority of people on this planet, but a few people have the same sort of idea that I have.

I've believed in psychic phenomena from an early age though.

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For a year or so (I didn't really care who and what he was other than that he came bearing gifts); a year later I knew "better", I wasn't surprised, I didn't care either.

I was scared of the Easter bunny (see: hysterical and in tears). I've even got a photo of me crying in front of the holy bunny (not my bravest of times).

Hahahahaha That made me laugh quite hard for some reason

I always had my suspicions about Santa but went along with it because my parents seemed to believe in him. Until I was 7 or 8 I used to be taken every year to sit on some old guy's knee who smelt funny and had a nylon beard. He was a different guy each time but my mum never noticed so I didn't say anything. It was clearly impossible to get round the whole world in one night, with presents for everyone, eating cake at every house, and flying through the air on a reindeer-drawn sleigh. But mum and dad seemed convinced.

I wasn't sure how the Santa presents arrived in my bedroom though, so it was a great relief to catch my dad putting them out. If I'd known the word 'Eureka' then, I think I would have shouted it

I never gave much thought to the Easter bunny, other than 'Yeah, right!!'

I did believe in the tooth fairy. After all, there were enough of them to service all the kids who lost teeth and it would have to be pretty tiny person to sneak a coin under a pillow while my head was sleeping on it. However, after a few successful visits I decided to save my teeth for when I needed some extra money. Then one or two teeth went under the pillow and I was pretty annoyed when they were still there in the morning. I reported this to my mum, assuming she would pass it on to the proper tooth fairy authorities, but she just laughed and told me it was her all along. Heartless woman.

LOL

Exactly my problem.. I WANTED to believe but my logical brain continued to question beyond hope.. and then there was no going back.

I questioned anything and everything about religion, and yes many were frustrated and angry with my endless questions and "doubting". I was just supposed to accept it all and "have faith".

Then I decided to spend alot of time researching religion, the history of religion, the way it transforms over time through political climates and cultures.. so that I could make up my own mind based in objective facts..

I could never just accept what was told to me, especially if it didn't seem to make logical sense..

I never believed, but I didn't put too much thought into it, I figured either way I get presents so who really cares until I was 5. I got a baby doll stroller, and in my family Santa presents were unwrapped and sitting next to your stocking when you came down. Later that day I went down to the basement to get something from our extra freezer and I found the box.

I wasn't upset or anything, I just figured, 'Oh well, this just proves it.' I didn't tell my parents because I didn't want to upset them (I didn't think they still believed, but I knew they wanted me to believe) and when I was ten my mom sat me down to tell me the truth, I think she was surprised to learn that I already knew and didn't really care.

I don't know how quickly I would have figured things out. My parents didn't lie to me about it. When I asked, my mom explained about it. She's said that she didn't think it made sense to lie about that, and then expect me to believe her about other, important things (which makes complete sense to me).

I am almost 28 and still believe in Santa Claus. BTW, there is a town in Indiana called Santa Claus.

Tim

No. I never really BELIEVED in that type of stuff like Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, etc. in the sense that I put absolute faith in them (I knew it was my parents all along), but I merely played along, being in the spirit of the season or whatnot.

Santa, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy-believed in them because they were presented as real things by my family. Fortunately, my parents didn't elaborate much or try to convince me once I became disillusioned with those notions. Not sure how or when I realized these were fake creatures, though.

Image of Santa Claus has always (and still does) make me quite uncomfortable-can't stand facial hair, so SC was scary (fat old man in creepy outfit is NOT a type of person I gravitate towards) rather than appealing. Holiday music, the whole celebratory (not celebrity) culture repels me.

Personally think it's not nice to lie to kids (just MY opinion) and make up these stories yet insist these are real-it hobbles parental credibility. Don't see any good reason to be dishonest about such a thing, other than "tradition"-which doesn't hold weight (importance) for me. Liked fairy tales & myths as a kid, but there was no confusion about the (lack of) "truth" to them.

I did, but I had a funny feeling about it. When I was 5 I asked for the truth, and I felt relieved when I got it.