madcow

Funny, I remember believing (I think) but I cannot for the life of me remember the time when I was told (or realized) that there was no Santa Clause. Seems like that would be one of epiphanies that you remember forever, but not me.

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txlovely

Why open them up to that harshness so early? Like I said before, adulthood is far too serious. I'd love to go back to the time I believed in Santa Claus. Happy, happy memories there.

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yournamehere

It's a state of mind - you can go there as often as you want.

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m2k

Until I was 5.

I caught my parents putting the presents under the tree. I do remember not really caring.

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wilbjammin

Believing in Santa Claus for me was like trying to believe in God. I couldn't understand it, but I tried to go with it. I don't know if I really "learned" that there was no Santa Claus, I just sort of came to accepting it. And as for God... that goes in another thread.

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sailor

Heck yeah I did.

Christmas has changed a lot. When I was a kid, Christmas was the day of the year I looked forward to the most. I have so many incredible memories from childhood Christmases. However, once I got older (I guess really once I stopped believing in Santa), Christmas took a downturn. It is still wonderful, and I still love getting together with the family, but it has lost a lot of that magic. I do get a lot of joy out of watching my little brother on Christmas, though, but even that is somewhat melancholy once I realize that he is at the point where Christmas will start to go down.

Thats not to say I dont still love the season, though.

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em1014

I definatly believed in Santa. My mom always made it a big deal because she loved the idea. Luckily for me, finding out there was no real santa wasn't tramatic. I just realized one day that it wasn't possible.

Xiangsu

As far back as I can remember I don't remember believing in Santa. I think it was probably because my mom didn't care what we watched on T.V. when we were younger and so I learned from there. I remember seeing watching Tales From the Crypt when I was about 5.

obelix

i had my doubts at times, up until i was about 5 or so. then i caugh my mom putting the presents under the tree before we went out to church on xmas eve. the idea of mr claus was fun while it lasted.

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John Henry

Yeah, I believed in Santa Claus for a bit, but then word got round my school that he didn't exist. That caused all sorts of conspiracy theories about who it really was, the Post Office, the Government, etc. When I figured out it was my parents, at about 6 or 7, I kept pretending I believed, because I thought it would make them happy. Cray bit of role reversal, huh?

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