Post # 1
My mother and I were discussing about how I came to the conclusion that Santa wasn’t real. I thought this could be a fun post so bees, how did you figure out Santa was a hoax? (Be prepared, its a long one!)
I started to become suspicious the Christmas when I was 6 years old. It was Christmas morning and naturally I booked it down stairs to see what Santa had left me. Even at such a young age I was quite inquisitive. I questioned why Santas gifts had the same wrapping paper as my parents gifts and my mom, who’s ever so quick to throw out some BS answer, responded that Santa doesn’t have time to wrap all the presents so he drops them off unwrapped and has the parents do it for him, hence the same wrapping paper. I could smell bullshit even back then but I didn’t care, I scored some major NKOTB garb from Jolly ole’ St. Nick. That Christmas came to an end and I was seriously questioning if the big guy in the red suit was legit or not but I let it go.
So next Christmas rolls around and my parents did a pretty terrible job of hiding my gifts. I’m a snooper, I admit it! I climbed my little tush (it was little back then, those were the days!) up to the top of the enormous filing cabinet that my mother had in her home office and saw “To: Catie From: Santa”. Those liars!!! I was about to run upstairs and tell my mother that I had figured it all out but then I thought that maybe I shouldn’t tell them that I knew they had lied to me my whole life and play them like they played me! In my demented little 7 year old head I seriously thought that if I still believed in Santa, I would get more gifts. You know, ‘cause Santa has to bring you gifts but do does Mom and Dad, right? Well, I kept this charade going until I was like 12 years old and finally told my parents that I hadn’t believed in Santa for like 5 years.
The following Christmas my parents decided to teach me a lesson so while I was dreaming of sugar plums they drank a bottle of wine and TOOK DOWN THE CHRISTMAS TREE! I woke up Christmas morning to find not only no gifts but no Christmas tree either. They were ready with the camera to get a pictured of my devastated face. Turns out they just hid my gifts in the laundry room but that was a pretty terrible 15 minutes! Now, every Christmas that picture is prominently displayed in their home. It’s a hilarious story now but back when I was 12, not having any Christmas gifts was like my own personal hell!! That year started a chain reaction of me crying over something or other every Christmas. Ever since then, my family has a saying… “It’s not Christmas until Cait cries”. Those jerks!
So, what are your “Santas not real” story?
Post # 3
Mine was pretty not-dramatic. I woke up to use the bathroom and caught them putting out the gifts. The End. I had 2 much older brothers, so it wasnt that much of a surprise. I think I probably already knew. It was just a *shrug* “As long as i’m still getting presents” kind of thing. I dont remember being upset at all. I think I was like 6-7 at the time.
Post # 4
Wait….. You mean….. Santa’s not real?!
Kidding. I think I figured it out when I found all the bags of presents in my mom’s closet, and then unwrapped the same one from “Santa”. She wasn’t so good at the hiding, and I’m a Nosy McNoserson.
Post # 5
@UpstateCait: Mine has some similarity to yours!
My mom was always very dilligent about having special wrapping paper for the gifts from Santa (so I didn’t catch on that way) but I recognized her handwriting on the tags on the presents! After I told her how I figured it out, she started printing the “Santa Tags” on the printer! (I have a younger brother and sister).
Post # 6
I noticed the Santa tags were in my moms handwriting and the presents from the parents to other family members were in the same wrapping paper as Santas. Also, my older cousin told me trying to prove how cool he was to know such a grown up fact.
Post # 7
My ex-stepdad, the jerk. I was crushed at the time.
Post # 8
I walked in on my dad and his friend building my Barbie dream house.
Post # 9
I always wondered why I already had gifts wrapped under the tree from santa before Christmas (to: trugem from: santa). Those gifts always went with the big gifts that Santa left me. lol
Then I always wondered why my parents would complain about the price of the things I asked for. I was like, “You are not buying them so it doesn’t matter how much it costs.” lol They told me that they had to pay Santa. lol I was mad when I found out because I already had in my head that I was going to ask Santa for a Mustang when I turned 16. lol
Post # 10
we lived in an apt in NYC and all the stories talked about him coming down a damn chimney. My mom tried to say oh he would come in through the fire escape but being that the fire escape was in my room and I NEVER heard no damn Santa coming, that was pretty much a wrap. Thanks for trying Mom. Plus we never had money so I never got much for Xmas anyway. i think I was about 6 when I realized. I always got a quarter for my teeth (my mom could afford that haha) so I thought the tooth fairy was real until FOREVER, hahaha.
Post # 11
My mother said I was about 4 years old and declared that I knew there was no Santa and that it was her and my father putting out the presents. Apparently she said “Yup. You’re right! There’s no Santa.” I have no recollection of this so I don’t think I was disappointed.
Post # 12
@trugem: lol @ the mustang!
Post # 13
I actually remember this clearly…
I was about 2, my parents told us we were going to our neighbors to get presents from Santa. I waited all night by the chimney…. and he walked in the back door. I was officially freaked and so my parents told me it was our neighbor and never tried to perpetuate the myth again..
Post # 14
I always asked how Santa was able to go to everyone’s house in one night. I can’t remember when I actually found out. I do remember talking about it in second grade, and I got in a fight with a girl in my group who thought Santa was real and her mother wouldn’t lie to her. Guess I crushed her dream 🙂
Post # 15
I was raised as a Jehovah Witness and we never celebrated Christmas, so I always knew there was no Santa Claus.