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Santa Claus

Blisterman

So what age did you stop believing in Santa Claus?

It was more of a gradula thing for me, rather than an epiphany. I got suspisious. I finally stopped believing around 8 or 9.

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Mossy Monk

cant remember when exactly but i was maybe 8 or 9 at a guess

Mr.Nice Guy

I think I was 12. It's been sh*te ever since to be honest.:(

johnny_ultimate

Sssh! There could be kids reading this

Yeah, but I remember it being around 10 or 11.. Probably as late as 6th class :eek:

flanger20002003

My first post! One to cherish methinks...yeah, I reckon I was in or around 8 or 9...seem to remember someone in school ruined it for me...

WellyJ

I cant remember, probably 10 or so.

- bo -

just having this conversation at lunch today.

i was really young, i'd say about 7 or so. i just kept questioning me mam one morning until she started laughing and i knew straight away...

Bettyboop

Iwas 9.Caught my dad climbing down from
the attic with my guitar.:(

mikelmessi

I was 9. Santa left me a note, telling me to share my present with my brother, in what looked suspiciously like my Mother's writing. Enquiries in the school playground confirmed my suspicions. But I didn't let on that I knew until I was 12 as I knew that the quality of presents would drop off. Which they did.
But one thing always made me doubt my suspicions. One year I got Connect 4 and lost a piece during the year. The next year I got another boardgame and there was a Connect 4 piece to replace it inside the plastic packaging of the box. Still don't know who they did it, and they can't bloody remember!

junkyard

I think the day you stop believing in Santa the spirit of Christmas dies. I hate kids who spoil this for younger kids. I think part of me still believe's and it would be great if the presents got bigger.... maybe a new BMW M5 this year would be nice.:D

Did anyone else hate getting clothes for Christmas instead of toys as they got older or was it just me?

johnnyrotten

valerie wrote:

Iwas 9.Caught my dad climbing down from
the attic with my guitar.:(

I caught my Dad climbing down the Chimney!

Sparky

i believe santa is real, he even has an account here ya know

monkeyfudge

It was ruined for me by Mel Smith and Griff Rhys Jones in one of their lame comedy sketches in the 80's.

There are far too many TV shows that give it away really... is it supposed to be clever or something?

The Simpsons is always nice and subtle about it, but stuff like Father of the Pride just exclaims it out straight in unfunny jokes.

Tusky

If you tell a young kid that santa shouldnt exist you should go to jail. Its worse then beating them up if you ask me.

Sparky

but i saw mommy kissing santa claus.

tusky, i agree with ya, its like a higher power saying there is no god

funk-you

ah i remember that terrible day well. That bitch Karen ******* turned to me in class and uttered the words "you dont still believe in santa do ya?" F uckin Bitch.

largerthanlife

i remember those good ol days when santa used to deliver presents,then he stopped when i was 11...i always wondered why?

The Real B-man

what santas not real:eek:

Crucifix

monkeyfudge wrote:

It was ruined for me by Mel Smith and Griff Rhys Jones in one of their lame comedy sketches in the 80's.

There are far too many TV shows that give it away really... is it supposed to be clever or something?

The Simpsons is always nice and subtle about it, but stuff like Father of the Pride just exclaims it out straight in unfunny jokes.

One of my cousins learned the truth from an episode of Friends on in the afternoon on a Saturday.

joejoem

I was in 3rd class in primary school and it was in our English Reader! I remember the kid next to me pointed the page out weeks ahead of us reading it. It said something like

"Saint Nicholas was a good hearted man who gave presents to orphans many years ago. He is long since dead but his legend still goes on. Every year parents buy there children presents and pretend to them that Saint Nicholas (or Santa Claus) comes down the chimney leaving presents for the good children......"

Actually I'm going to quote that because I think it was scarred into my memory. I was devestated. Even the year before when I asked for a mountain bike and my dad said he couldnt do that because he had to leave money out for Santa, and couldnt afford that much I didnt cop! I wanted to believe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love you Santa, you can come down my chimney anytime.

xzanti

Cant remember when I stopped believing but my mother swears blind every xmas morning that there are presents there for us that she "doesnt recall buying for us and has no idea where they came from" :rolleyes:

I do hope shes jesting... Id hate to think shes losing her marbles so young

Miguel_Sanchez

I think I was about six or seven and I figured it out for myself. It was disappointing but I never told anyone - not even my friends.

I remember asking for a pirate ship and knowing definitely on Christmas morning that I was going to get it because my parents hadn't suggested that it was 'too expensive for Santa's elves to afford'.

Spicy Lauren

Was about 7.
Couldn't understand the fact that Santa looked different in every shopping centre I was

I coped on when I saw the black Santa

Kept it for myself until my parents realised there was no point in lying anymore.

Too smart of a kid I was

Steve_o

He's real, i saw him in traffic on the M50 there 2 days ago!!!

xzanti

Steve_o wrote:

He's real, i saw him in traffic on the M50 there 2 days ago!!!

Monday?? No way you couldnt have.. He was outside my job all day on Monday... Lyar :rolleyes:

galwaydude

i was 11 and it was ruined by a storyline in "home and away" lol. Sad or what. Bows his head in shame!!

bounty_hunter

I think I was about 8. I already had my suspicions so, armed with my list of evidence, I bombared my poor mother with questions until she finally looked so defeated that it was obvious she was lying.

cartman

it was 8 or 9 for me, kept it up to the parents until i was bout 13, you get whatever you want when santa is coming, since then you get what they want to get you:/

Feenikusu

I was about 4 or 5 when I stopped believing in...well, I can't even remember in what I believed. On Dec. 6 there was Saint Nicholas, Dec. 24 there was the Christ Child, but of course I also knew Santa Claus from all that american movies and ads. Don't know what I imagined him to do.
Well, but on Christmas Eve I saw my mother putting some presents on a table, and when I asked her for whom they are, she said, for some relatives.
But when we came back from church that evening I got exactly the presents from this table, so I knew that they were from my mother and not from the Christ Child.

BoozyBabe

flanger20002003 wrote:

seem to remember someone in school ruined it for me...

It's SO unfair when that happens.

Children as young as 5 & 6 are having it ruined for them because of some little pr!cks, & sure the magic of Christmas (or most of it anyway) is gone once you stop believing.

I was about 10-11.

I've a cousin, she's about 10 yrs older than me, who was 15 or 16 when the parents had to eventually tell her!!!!!:eek:

They thought for a while that she must've known & only be playing along with the whole idea, but when the years past & she was still talking about it they realised they had to tell her before she got the cr@p kicked out of her at secondary school.

She bawled her eyes out for days & days, & actually wouldn't believe them for a good while!!

How sad!

johnny_ultimate

Crucifix wrote:

One of my cousins learned the truth from an episode of Friends on in the afternoon on a Saturday.

I remember said Friends episode. I was around ten when i saw it and remember thinking "No Phoebe! Dont let it be true!". It is for that reason that Lisa Kudrow will always remain my least favourite Friend