Post # 1
How old were your children when they stopped believing in Santa Claus? (or yourself, if you remember)
Our six-year-old asked for the first time at the start of December if he was real. Our response: “Of course he is!” That seemed to suffice, and as the excitement of the holidays has progressed she is definitely all sucked into it all.
ALthough i don’t think she buys into the elf on the shelf anymore. She kinda stopped looking for him/ getting excited about seeing him at all.
Post # 3
I was 4. I think it gets a little weird after they get into school, it feels like blatant lies when they rumors start flying
Post # 4
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I was 7 (nearly 8 – I’m a Christmas baby) when my parents and I had the true Santa-talk. Supplemented by “The mall Santas are just the real Santa’s helpers” talk the year or two before.
No kids, but I plan to probably do the same when the time comes. I might play it by ear if kids at school are particularly nasty about who “still” believes, calling them babies, etc. I remember some slight Santa-bullying in my 2nd grade class.
Post # 5
I was in 4th grade (age 9) when I stopped believing. I think the year before I was a skeptic, but wanted to believe pretty badly! This seems the typical age from what I’ve seen.
My second grade students almost all believe still, and they are mostly age 7 and 8. There are one or two kids who don’t believe, but that’s it. They also adore our class elf on the shelf, and quite a few are firm believers in it.
Post # 6
I never believed, as far as I can remember. I was always taught that it was a myth by my family, and I have a memory of entering reception class (aged about 4-5) and feeling very awkward when the other kids were discussing Santa. I debated whether or not to say something… in the end, I think I said something like:
“If Santa is real, then my Daddy must be Santa, because he puts the presents under the tree… I’ve seen it!”
I cannot remember what happened next, sadly.
Post # 7
I was probably 8 or 9 when I stopped believing and I think that is the typical age. However, my brother is 8 years younger than me so I obliged my parents by pretending until he stopped believing, around age 9 as well. I think the spirit of Santa is quite fun though and we still do that in this family. I think it really promotes the Christmas spirit and celebration attitudes, as well as the positive action of generosity.
Post # 8
I teach 5th graders, and they tell me they’ve known Santa was fake since third grade, so that’d make them about 8 or so.
Post # 9
@freshflowers: I never grew up with Santa, so I never believed. But my parents were up front with the tooth fairy – when my sister and I asked. I mean, they did the tooth under the pillow, but my sister and I did not really buy it. I remember one of my friends swearing her mother had seen the tooth fairy, wings and all… and I was like yeah, it’s BS, there’s no such thing. I must have been about 7… before I confronted my parents.
Post # 10
I had doubts at 7, and my the time I was 8 I grew tha kahunas to guilt my grandma into telling me the truth.
I said something like “Grandma, if you love Jesus, you won’t lie because he says that’s a sin. So, is Santa real?”
Haha poor Grandma, she *had* to tell the truth now, and she did.
Post # 11
I was 8 when I last fully believed, skeptical at 9, and at the point of, “ugh, no way is this real,” by 10. I probably would have stopped believing sooner, but when I was 7 I woke up in the middle of the night on Christmas Eve hearing something “walking on the roof,” and i was soo convinced it was Santa. I brought it up to my mom and grandma the next morning, and both of them seemed genuinely confused about what I had heard (you know how parents kind of over-emphasize not knowing if they have a secret, so it was clear to me they had no idea what I had been hearing). So I was REALLY convinced that year.
Anyway, last time I spent the night at my grandma’s house, I heard the EXACT SAME SOUND, and I realized after a minute that it was just someone walking down the hall, causing all this weird creaking throughout the house (gotta love old buildings…. And gullible kids!)
Post # 12
No kids yet, but when we do we won’t be telling them there is a santa.
Post # 13
I believed until I was in middle school… and only because I was being teased at school (for believing so long, kids are so cruel) and my parents decided to tell me. But I think most stop believing sometime between 3rd and 5th grade.
Post # 14
Our Dirty Delete is 9, and she still believes… or makes it seem as if she does, anyway. I’m *thisclose* to breaking the news to her, but I’m sure she’ll figure it out by next Christmas.
Post # 15
I was a somewhat sceptical child and certainly tended to be very partial to awkward questions. Because I needed to know stuff! So I think I was no more than 6 before I sussed the Santa myth. However, I wasn’t daft enough to let my scepticism get in the way of a visit from “Santa” so my mother and I played the believing game until I was about 9 and we had this rather civilised chat about me knowing he didn’t exist but her being happy to carry on providing stockings!
With my own sons, while I never exactly brainwashed them into believing in Santa Claus, the oldest one was happy to believe until he was about 7 or 8. The younger one caught on rather more quickly due to his older brother. However, we were all happy to carry on doing stockings for some years to come regardless of who really delivered them! I never sat either of them down and said “Look Guys, here’s the truth of the matter” though because we enjoyed the tradition of waking up to a stocking full of little gifts.
I actually think you do your children a disservice by making too much of believing in Santa Claus because the awful realisation of his lack of existence can hit harder than necessary.