How did you find out Father Christmas was a lie?

Question

Only one of you has vague "impirical" evidance.

Answer 1

It was a slow, gradual acceptance on my part that Santa Claus didn't exist.

I remember that in first grade I still believed in Santa and was very excited when in school I had written a letter to him and actually got a response. I mean how cool was that? Not to mention iron-clad evidence that Santa Claus was real. I mean nobody else could have written that letter other than Santa but then such is the power of belief.

It was a little time later that I actually sat down and thought about it. The entire story just didn't add up when you really put your mind to it. I know, even as a child I overthought things and while the logic I used was laughable at best I would still come up with the right answer.

Anyway, I considered how it was possible for Santa to visit every home in the world in one night and realised it just wasn't possible. Of course there was the problem that the rich kids in school always seemed to get bigger and better stuff than the poorer kids. I found it funny that Santa would give Jimmy a new sweater that he'd grow into, while Timmy got a pinball machine. Then of course Santa is supposed to come down the chimney, but what about those people that didn't have one?

Armed with this information I went to see my Mum and asked her point blank, "is Santa real?" She asked me why I was asking and I gave her my reasons. She agreed that he was made up and admitted that it was her and my Dad that gave us the prezzies each year.

I thanked her and continued on with my day.

Answer 2

One of the older kids told me when I was in the third grade. I didn't believe him, so I asked my Mom. She said that it was true, Santa was just made up and it was the parents that gave all the presents and ate the cookies. She made me promise not to tell my sister. I learned something though, my parents obviously loved me. Look at the lengths that they went to to make me happy. They even ate those cookies, which must have been terrible!

See, that's the way that I look all that stuff. No matter how much someone may mislead you in matters of belief, they almost always mean well, and love is almost always at the root of it. It's not so bad. If you don't ever want to learn the truth about Santa, so be it, but if you do, you can at least appreciate that people were genuinely concerned for you. It just gets hazy when the wackos try to kill each other over it.

Answer 3

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Answer 4

When I was 10, my brother & I found all our presents.
They were in the cupboard in my parent's bedroom.
That was a very unexciting Christmas, we never looked again.

Christmas in not a lie; we celebrate the coming of Messiah.
Santa Claus (as we say in North America) is just a myth.
The original was St. Niclaus who gave dowries to poor girls.
The point is to share our gifts in honour of the greatest gift.

Answer 5

I knew it from day one. My parents absolutely didn't want to encourage me to believe in Santa Claus (or Father Christmas), so they told me from the very beginning that the whole thing was a sham. My mother felt strongly that such beliefs would conflict with our religion. She had me study the life of St. Nicholas of Myra, instead.

Answer 6

haha I never considered it a lie. I always thought of it as a fantastically fun fantasy. It's all in how it's presented. You don't have to tell your child. They figure it out on their own eventually and it's better that way. I had 4 children and no problems with anything to do about Santa.

Answer 7

I have 4 older siblings who can't keep a secret to save their lives. I was about 6 or 7 when they spilled the beans, and it really had no effect on me. Except for no longer leaving treats for Santa, our holiday traditions didn't change in any way.

Answer 8

Ever been to the North Pole, bet not. Me neither. Until then Father Christmas rules.

Answer 9

Ugh Nightmare - my mother told me that she had been speaking to my teacher and he had said that none of the children in his class believed in Santa. I don't know if this happened on a day when I was home sick or if he was just and evil f**ker who was out to ruin my life but i've never gotten over it!

Answer 10

My cousin told me. He said he didn't receive presents because there was no such thing as Santa (his dad didn't give him any) and I told him it was because he was bad. He said I was a baby and told me I was Michael Jackson's daughter (no lie) and I started crying. I didn't believe in Santa after that.