Did you ever believe in Santa?

Since I was a kid.
Ever since I saw them buying the present I want for Santa, I don't believe it anymore. D:
But for now it's just for fun.
 
I did for a good majority of my childhood, I really enjoyed those days too believing someone magical existed and brought me gifts for being "good" for that year. I was crushed when I found out he wasn't real haha.
 
Yes, I did. But when/if I have kids, I probably won't tell them that he doesn't exist, but I won't lie. I'll tell 'em about St. Nick. Yeah, that's what I'll do.
 
Of course I did! I remember that one Christmas, when Santa came to our house, I tried to peek from the window to see his reindeer, but I couldn't see them. My parents just said "he must have left his reindeer a little further down the road". :P Of course, that was only our neighbour dressed as Santa, but I didn't know that. It's amazing that for so many year I thought that my dad always missed the visit of Santa Claus; he always had to walk the dog or something just before Santa came. xD

I don't really remember when I found out that Santa wasn't real, so I guess that wasn't such a shock for me. I guess I found out pretty slowly, heard rumors from my friends and started doubting. I think I was about seven when that happened.
 
I believed in Santa until I was about 11 or 12. I knew he wasn't real around 8 or so, but something happened on Christmas when I was 9 that I thought was Santa. I think it was... I wanted a Chuckie Cheese oven thing to make some pizza. It wasn't under the tree when it was Christmas, but I found it sitting in my closet a few days after. Amazed, I thought it was Santa's own special present to me and there went my spark for belief.

But, presently speaking, I think there was a Santa, who brought presents to children in need in small villages. But he died thousands of years ago from an injury and freezing in a secluded log cabin. :(
 
Never. Santa delivers presents by going through the chimney.

one, we don't have a chimney
two, we don't get presents, we have money for Christmas.

And besides, in the Philippines, Christmas spirit means being with your family, not giving presents.
 
I think it's better not to lie to your kids. I believed in Santa, but looking back, it didn't benefit me developmentally.
 
I believed wholeheartedly in Santa. Mom would tell me a story of when she and her brother thought they heard sleigh bells on their roof as a kid. Then there was the one of my brother getting home really late on Christmas Eve after I asked how Santa knows when to deliver gifts. Mom said that my brother tripped over something invisible, which they thought was a gift. I loved those stories, but things went sour in third grade. This kid named Marcus went on a tangent about how Santa wasn't real and our parents lied to us. When I approached my Mother, she tried to keep me believing. She took my older friend (who knew) and I to see the Santa Claus movie in theaters, but it didn't work well enough. I found out that year. :/

But I still "believe" in Santa; I always will. He's apart of my life. There are great memories laying out the cookies. There are fantastic stories that I have of him and traditions before he came to the house. We still speak of Santa in my house like he's as real as he was when I was eight. My gifts are still signed by Santa and I still make a Christmas list. Call me immature, tell me I need to let go of the past, but I love the magic that I still feel today. And that's something that I won't let go of.
 
Michii said:
I believed wholeheartedly in Santa. Mom would tell me a story of when she and her brother thought they heard sleigh bells on their roof as a kid. Then there was the one of my brother getting home really late on Christmas Eve after I asked how Santa knows when to deliver gifts. Mom said that my brother tripped over something invisible, which they thought was a gift. I loved those stories, but things went sour in third grade. This kid named Marcus went on a tangent about how Santa wasn't real and our parents lied to us. When I approached my Mother, she tried to keep me believing. She took my older friend (who knew) and I to see the Santa Claus movie in theaters, but it didn't work well enough. I found out that year. :/

But I still "believe" in Santa; I always will. He's apart of my life. There are great memories laying out the cookies. There are fantastic stories that I have of him and traditions before he came to the house. We still speak of Santa in my house like he's as real as he was when I was eight. My gifts are still signed by Santa and I still make a Christmas list. Call me immature, tell me I need to let go of the past, but I love the magic that I still feel today. And that's something that I won't let go of.
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Took the words right out of my mouth. :3
 
I used to believe in Santa Claus, but then at around 6th grade (pretty late in comparison to most others, but I was unsure of his existence from around 4th grade onwards) I started denying that he could possibly exist.

My parents didn't really talk about Santa Claus at first, and that's probably because I was well aware of him from very early on, but from the above you could tell they weren't the ones who ruined it for me either...


Doesn't hurt to pretend he's real, I guess. Might actually do that this year since after 6th grade the magic of Christmas started to wane down on me. :/
 
I used to believe in him.Now I don't really know if I do.
 
I never did, although I do believe in Karl Marx...
 
When I was fairly little, I believed in Santa, but after I was 11-12, I found out there was no such thing.
It hurt me, but not as much as you would think. If I recall correctly, I pretty much shook it off the next day.
 
I did untill i was at the shopping center and saw one santa in one direction and another santa in another direction (that was when i was like 6) and then my parents told me
 
I still do.

I put my reason in a spoiler to not ruin the moment :d
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I...still do. In a way.

To quote Francis Pharcellus Church.

"He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus."

It's fun. It's magical. It's Christmas.

I certainly don't write to any such person any more or think he comes down the chimney or anything, but...I dunno how to explain it. It's a Christmassy feeling that remains from childhood.
 
I was the weirdest kid and I have no idea what was going on in my head, but...

I believed in Santa cause my parents told me he existed. Then I somehow found out he didn't exist, and my parents admitted to it. Then I started believing in him again. o_o; idfk why, but I did. And then that quickly stopped and I still don't believe in him. XD
 
I lived in my home country when I was little and there was no such thing as Christmas (at least, I think). So he was never mentioned, and yeah.
 
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