Wombat wrote:
My mother was pleased when at the age of three I logically deduced that there was no Santa.
She wasn't so happy that at the age of four I logically deduced that Jesus and God didn't exist.
I figured it out at 4 1/2 and told my mother. She admitted it but swore me to secrecy for the sake of my little sister. I have raised my kids without Santa. At least, without the Santa as he was presented to me: "behave this way, or no presents from Santa." Instead, he's the spirit of Christmas. My 7-year old asked me if Santa was real (this year) and I said, "He's as real as you want him to be."
I, too, remember feeling hornswoggled and pissed that grown-ups were lying to me, and about something that was meant to control my actions.
Oh, and, I think Jesus *did* exist, he just wasn't magical. IMHO