Did your parents trick you about Santa Claus?

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My parents didn't trick me into believing in Santa Claus, but my father and a bunch of his buddies tricked me into thinking that if I could get salt on a birds tail that it couldn't fly. That was 66 years ago... so you don't forget the shame of being made a fool by your parents.

Here is a wonderful "This American Life" radio show. http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-a ... tmas?act=1 Christmas in 3-D. (Move ahead to 6:20) It's about some parents that made an elaborate event to convince their kids that Santa was real, and one kid took the lure hook, line, and sinker. 30 years later he is still angry at his parents.

My parents did the Santa Claus thing up until I was the age of 5, when I naturally suspected that Santa wasn't real and asked my parents to tell me "the real story" of Christmas. They taught me about Jesus and I became a Christian that day.

I fell for it longer than I like to think about.

my parents told us of santa, easter bunny and tooth fairy. when i stopped believing, i just took it as a normal part of growing up. i was never mad at them and am a little surprised anyone would be.

Yes, they told me about the Easter Bunny, the tooth fairy and Santa Clause. I was never mad at them about it when I figured out they were not real. I just saw it as a normal thing parents do to all their kids and never thought of it as a lie.

Thankfully, my mom never deceived me about it. But then, she doesn't like Christmas in general.

Of course, I believed in Santa Claus into my teenage years.

My parents told me there was a Santa as the vast majority of parents that celebrate Christmas in our society do. I figured it out when I was around 7 or 8, and when I asked about it, my Mom told me the truth.

I was easily the last person in my class in school to believe in Santa Claus. I remember seeing Santa Claus walk by the classroom to visit the first, second, and third grade classrooms in my elementary school and I was quite upset that he didn't stop to visit us as well. I later found out that all the other kids were laughing at me for being so naive.

I told my father there was no Santa Claus and then my father went and told my older brother.

I think I decided that it was highly unlikely Santa Claus could fit down the stovepipe (for a fireplace we had an old fashioned free-standing iron stove with a very obvious pipe about 4" wide) when I was about...oh, 5 or 6, and confronted my parents about it. my mom confessed, haha. I did believe in Santa for a while, though, until I started to wonder about the physical possibility of getting down our chimney, haha. later that day my dad told me then that the easter bunny and the tooth fairy weren't real either, and I remember being insulted that he thought I would ever have believed in them. I could handle Santa but a fairy who would lower herself to using the monetary system and a giant anthropomorphic rabbit were just too much.

my parents were clergy so they made Jesus part of Christmas (and easter) from the start, not that I'm a Christian now. I got very very graphic depictions of the torture and execution of Jesus from a very young age so I never really understood where a candy-dispensing bunny came into it. I was warning my brother about hellfire shortly after he could walk.

I always thought it was cute that they left dog-biscuits "For Rudolph" that our dog ate after we went to bed.

I believed in Santa Claus up until I was 11.

I stopped believing at age 8 and pretended I still believed for another 5 years so I could get more presents.

I pretended too but I was scared of what would happen if they found out I knew. My aspie dd believed until she was 8, she was getting into fights at school and crying every night so I told her the truth. I don't know what I would do if I had another child.