Did you ever believe in Santa Claus?

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I believed in Santa Clause till the age of 12, in spite of all the proofs. And in God till the age of 20. Then I stopped believing in almost everything.
Life can be really strange sometimes.

Curious thing, I was perceived as naive and everybody laughed at my beliefs. Now when I don't share nobody's beliefs, they're all creeped out.

I also used to believe in lots of fairytales and one day I went at school and asked everybody where i can find the land of fairies my mother told about and they were laughing at me because they didn't believed in such things and I thought "f**k them, they know nothing about it"

So I kept believing in lots of bullshits till the age of 20 (energies, elementals and other weird s**t). Till I took an arrow in the knee.

I used to believe in Santa when I was little.

only the people that want handouts believe in Santa Claus.

I found out when i was two years old.
Some of the children at the pre-kindergarten got pissed at me for saying that he wasn't real.

I did believe in Santa when I was younger, and I was disappointed when I found out he didn't exist. I am the youngest of three, and both of my brothers believed longer than I did. I was skeptical from an early age, but I wanted to believe. I asked my mom, completely threw her off-guard since neither of my brothers ever asked her, and was told that he didn't exist then and there. Kind of shocking.....


My nephew (who is not diagnosed, but who I strongly believe is on the spectrum and have believed so since he was 1) still believes in Santa as far as I know BUT, I don't know how long it will last. When he was only 2 or 3, he went to see Santa at the mall, and he promptly stated, "you aren't the Santa I saw here last year."

I believed in Santa until long after my peers had discovered that he didn't exist. I went to visit him, when I was about 10yrs, and he said to me, 'What's a big girl like you doing still believing in me?' I think i still believed in him for while after that, whch is quite incredible.

I never believed in Santa due to the improbable "facts" others spoke of in regards to circumnavigating the earth in one single night (or perhaps, a single 24-hour day), managing to commit a B&E in every person's house (but what of the homeless?) without being apprehended by law enforcement personnel and somehow managing to slide his awefully rotund figure through a chimney and not get immolated on top of that. Though I was raised in a religious family that believed Christmas was blasphemous to begin with, these logical conundra proved that what my classmates believed in was absolute nonsense.

I was once believed in Santa Claus, but until I was 13, my friend told me there is no such thing as Santa Claus, even my mother lay away my toys for christmas. plus I'm Atheist.

I never believed in Santa Claus. My parents never fed me that one, for which I’m thankful. I resent being tricked into thinking/believing something, and that would have been humiliating. My first encounter with Santa was at a Christmas party when I was 3. An enormous man entered the room and I found him frightening and hid behind the door. I didn’t get any candy bag because I didn’t dare approach that huge loud man. At six I wrote a letter to Santa to ask for the toy I wanted the most, but it was only a way to show my mother how much I really wanted that toy. I knew who got me the presents lol
At my grandparents’ there would always be one present labelled “from Santa”. I thought it came from their neighbour because I couldn’t believe my grandparents would think me so dumb that they’d think I believed in Santa. I was wrong. They did. I’m very glad my parents didn’t fool me into believing in Santa.

I was tricked with a few other things in my childhood, though; mostly because I didn’t expect any trickery from my family.

When I was 2 ½ my grandparents kept my Christmas presents in the storage room. To keep me from going in there, my grandmother told me that there was a ghost there. Even at that age I found that hard to believe. I didn’t believe in ghosts and I thought it weird that they hadn’t mentioned it earlier. But what if...? Curious I opened the door . Then, feeling really betrayed, I went into the living room and said accusingly: “there is no ghost.”
10 years later my grandmother talked about it. She laughed and said I had been so cute. I remembered it painfully and thought: “I wasn’t cute, I was hurt.”

When I was 6 my mother told me a tale about herself being a werewolf as a bedtime story. She told me I had to go to sleep soon before she changed. She told me about her werewolf life. I laughed and said there were no such thing. She insisted that she was indeed a werewolf. I didn’t believe her at first because I knew there was no such thing, but when she kept on insisting that it was true, I became confused, because I expected people to admit it once they were revealed. So she managed to make wonder if it was actually true.

When I was 7 maybe (6? 8?) my parents and I watched Derrick, a German detective series. A woman was cycling home and locked herself into her home. My mother said: “Ah, now she’ll get killed.” And she did.
I gaped and my mother and asked how she knew. My father said: “your mother can see the future.”
I didn’t know what to believe, and for days afterwards I wanted to ask her if it was true, and I would watch her for any signs that it was. Whenever I nearly asked her, I thought that if she did see the future, she’d know I was gonna ask.
I didn’t understand at the time that the show always started with someone being killed.

When I was 8 or 9 my parents and I walked our dog in a forest. Some of the tree trunks had blue markings on them. My father said something about them (can’t recall what) and called them purple. I snickered and said they were blue. He said he couldn’t tell the difference because he was color blind. That shut me up for a minute or so, because I knew you weren’t supposed to laugh at that kind of thing, then I said: “I thought it was red, green and brown you can’t tell apart.”
He laughed and said that he had had me for a little while, like he’d been real clever or something.

Used to........... but over time it faded away.

No never did really.

My next to the oldest brother, Charlie, was often mistaken for Santa.

A few years ago, he was sent to a cancer center to be checked for the presence of a cancer. There were a number of kids with cancer being treated. When they saw Santa walk in, they were a whole lot more worried about Santa having cancer than they were about their own cancers.

Guys, guys, you have it all wrong! He is real!
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He's the guy wearing crosses holding the sword. Turkey was never an official country at the time, but interceded on the behalf of criminals, robbers, and even delivering presents to his daughter through a chimney.

He's dead now and scandalized by marketing. I never believed in him after trying to catch my parents 1st Christmas. I also scarred some children's belief for him at age 4 when I saw his "pavilion" at the mall and yelled "He's just some nutjob in a suit!". I got kicked out the mall and my parents punished me that night.

I never believed in Santa. Funny story: in elementary school, we had a debate about santa and in the end, people said I was stupid for not believing because Santa apparently exists. I was always precocious.

I WANTED to believe but was never one to ignore facts. So for many years I looked for possible explanations for how all of the magical things existed - they did not have to be proven true, but needed to be somehow feasible, at least according to what I knew. Of course, eventually I knew too much to be able to hang on to it any more. My parents did lie to me about it, and I was not angry with them for it, but it did affect their credibility with me.
And now, I couldn't lie to my kids about it. When my daughter asked if Santa is real, I asked her if she wanted the truth or not, and did try to beat around the bush until I decided whether I was taking away her childhood by telling her. But I decided that they would eventually be teenagers, and already looking for reasons to do whatever they wanted, and to defy me, so I decided I would never lie to them. Then no matter how mad they were at me, they would know Mum doesn't lie, so would have to believe me on some level.
So far my evil scheme has been working out. Ahhh, honesty - who would have thunk it?

I believed in Santa right up until I was 9. I still believed in him at Christmas when I was 8, but then after I turned 9 in about the summertime, I think another child blurted out that he wasn't real, and I quickly realised that he can't have been real all this time. It didn't worry me, though. At the following Christmas, I think my mum sensed I didn't believe in Santa no more, but she didn't say anything.

I know some parents need to sit down with their child and tell them about imagination vs reality when they reach a certain age, and some children don't handle it very well. But I kind of picked up on things as I grew up. I even knew about the menstrual cycle before I was 5, which was good because it got me prepared early for when I did start my periods.

I remember when my (NT) cousin was 10 and I was 12, I thought she didn't believe in Santa no more so I said, ''our parents and other relatives bring us the presents, not Santa.'' And my cousin looked all serious and said, ''but he still comes to our houses, though.'' I felt awkward, but was always taught to play along when children believed in him, so I said, ''yes, he still does.''