How did you found out Santa wasn't real?
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...Me and my sis snuck down in the basement around 2002, and found all the toys, in a Toys R us, bag.
T.T
T.T
My grandmother wasn't a very convincing Santa. This was when I was very young, probably less than six years old.
I didn't so much find out, as I have always known.
My family never once tried to impose Santa on me, and I never asked them to.
My family never once tried to impose Santa on me, and I never asked them to.
Well... can't remember, but I think I figured out pretty quickly, santa sounded suspisiosly like my father (oh, in sweden santa comes and visits you 
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I think I always knew in the back of my mind when I was but a wee lad. All that business about a fat guy flying around the world in a single night sounded good, up to the point that I realized these were grade school teachers that I didn't like, and didn't like me either, telling me about this guy. Finally asked my parents one day, no surprise there either.
When I was about 5 or 6 I thought about it and realized that it would be impossible for 9 Reindeer to fly with a fat man delivering presents to every single house in the world in one night.
in my country we have a other person named "Sinterklaas" I figured it out after I saw he was wearing a fake beard
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SANTA ISNT REAL!?!?!?!?!
P.S.
SANTA ISNT REAL!?!?!?!?!
Oh, God. It was so horrible. It was Christmas Eve. I was 9 years old. Me and Mom were decorating the tree, waiting for Dad to come home from work. A couple hours went by. Dad wasn't home. So Mom called the office. No answer.
Christmas Day came and went, and still nothing. So the police began a search. Four or five days went by. Neither one of us could eat or sleep. Everything was falling apart. It was snowing outside. The house was freezing, so I went to try to light up the fire. That's when I noticed the smell. The firemen came and broke through the chimney top. And me and Mom were expecting them to pull out a dead cat or a bird. And instead they pulled out my father.
He was dressed in a Santa Claus suit. He'd been climbing down the chimney... his arms loaded with presents. He was gonna surprise us. He slipped and broke his neck. He died instantly. And that's how I found out there was no Santa Claus.
Oh wait, that was someone else..
Christmas Day came and went, and still nothing. So the police began a search. Four or five days went by. Neither one of us could eat or sleep. Everything was falling apart. It was snowing outside. The house was freezing, so I went to try to light up the fire. That's when I noticed the smell. The firemen came and broke through the chimney top. And me and Mom were expecting them to pull out a dead cat or a bird. And instead they pulled out my father.
He was dressed in a Santa Claus suit. He'd been climbing down the chimney... his arms loaded with presents. He was gonna surprise us. He slipped and broke his neck. He died instantly. And that's how I found out there was no Santa Claus.
Oh wait, that was someone else..
I eventually just kind of figured it out. There was possibly also an incident where a present still had a price tag on it. That and Santa's writing looked suspiciously like my mother's, as does his wrapping paper choice look like the shit that my cousin's presents from my family were wrapped in. She still insists that she wraps the presents and writes the tags for him so he has less work to do. Thanks mom. A for effort, but I'm 23 and it's okay to give it up. Really. I won't be mad.
That being said, is the Santa story necessary when you raise a kid? I've been considering parenting stuff lately (not teh_preg0rz or anything, but just been going through some methods and ideas and how not to fuck it up), and I've been wondering if stuff that like is essential in raising a balanced kid with a good imagination. If I find out it's not, I'm really not sure I'll bother.
**Edit**
Heh... there's one Christmas morning that my parents have on film... Santa left me a note, I think regarding why he didn't drink all the milk, and I remember it bring printed on a piece of printer paper (the kind that came in a looong strip with the holes down the sides), and I remember that being in her writing. You can see it on the film, too. That may have also contributed to my realization. Not sure if there was ever one specific moment, really.
That being said, is the Santa story necessary when you raise a kid? I've been considering parenting stuff lately (not teh_preg0rz or anything, but just been going through some methods and ideas and how not to fuck it up), and I've been wondering if stuff that like is essential in raising a balanced kid with a good imagination. If I find out it's not, I'm really not sure I'll bother.
**Edit**
Heh... there's one Christmas morning that my parents have on film... Santa left me a note, I think regarding why he didn't drink all the milk, and I remember it bring printed on a piece of printer paper (the kind that came in a looong strip with the holes down the sides), and I remember that being in her writing. You can see it on the film, too. That may have also contributed to my realization. Not sure if there was ever one specific moment, really.