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Like the OP I was always uncomfortable with the whole Santa thing as it is lying. I kept it very low key and focussed more on the birth of Jesus. My husband would talk about Santa more, whereas I would say as little about it as possible and got a bit annoyed with others who really emphasised the Santa thing and what I see as the overt consumerism associated with Christmas. I did explain the origins of Santa to my son, Saint Nicholaus and so on.

My son has just turned 8 and earlier this year he asked me if Santa were real. I asked him what he thought and he told me that he thought it was mummies and daddies. What a relief! I told him that was right and that it was a tradition which was fun for young children, but that really there is no Santa. He wasn't at all upset. In fact, this year he has commented a few times on how people only talk about Santa at Christmas when it's not about that at all, it's about the fact that Jesus was born.

I blew it with the tooth fairy about a month ago. I thought my son had told me that the going rate was £2 a tooth, but he said it was £2 for the first tooth, and then £1 each for the rest. I laughed and told him that he'd just talked himself out of some money. When he asked how come, I said that mummy and daddy would've given him £2 a tooth, but now we'd give him only £1. There was a very short pause, then he said, "so you're the tooth fairy!" He wasn't bothered about that either.

there is of corse issues with the idea of a man who is keeping contant tabs on me, and the does breaking and entry and tesspassing while I sleep...

Acttually Tooth Fairy has a simmilar style, and then theres Cupid!

I was nine when I found out. My friend told me. I was relieved. That explained why I never got everything I wanted for Christmas or why I didn't always get what I really wanted and why Santa made a couple mistakes. I wanted The Little Mermaid Aquarium but instead my best friend got it. My brother wanted the Sonic doll but his friend got it instead. Mom said Santa made a mistake and got our presents mixed up.

So after I found out the truth, I told my mom about it and she told me the truth and told me to not tell my brothers or other kids in the school or else they be upset. She told me to not ever tell any other kids.


I handled this the normie way. I figured the rest out myself because if Santa wasn't real, maybe the rest weren't real either. But hey it was still fun to pretend.


I don't ever want to lie to my kids about Santa but my husband sees this in a weird way. He says he is real because there used to be a man called St Nick but he wants to lie about that he is still alive today and he got him presents. We argue about this sometimes and he wants to lie to them, I don't and he says I'm being mean if I don't give them the fun to believe.

I was around nine or ten when I figured it out. I always thought it was suspicious but it was fairly obvious. I was actually angry though, because I had been lied to for years at the same time that I was being told that lying is wrong and to never do it for any reason.

I even told my best friend and he sort of agreed, he asked his mother if what I said is true and she said "he shouldn't be saying things like that". Why not?

Santa is one of the main reasons that children never believe their parents. It's a lie.

I hadn't conceptualized that my parents might lie to me.

I believe I was 12 when my mom told me.

I was very mad that she had lied to me. She told me that my dad hadn't wanted to ever make me believe that Santa existed.

If I was a parent I wouldn't lie to them like that.

I think they just do it so their kids be good all year. But why lie if you can just tell them they won't get much presents if they aren't good? If they are soooo bad, they only get one present or none.