The worst thing that ever happened to me was on Christmas. Oh, God. It was so horrible. It was Christmas Eve. I was 9 years old. Me and Mom were decorating the tree, waiting for Dad to come home from work. A couple hours went by. Dad wasn't home. So Mom called the office. No answer. Christmas Day came and went, and still nothing. So the police began a search. Four or five days went by. Neither one of us could eat or sleep. Everything was falling apart. It was snowing outside. The house was freezing, so I went to try to light up the fire. That's when I noticed the smell. The firemen came and broke through the chimney top. And me and Mom were expecting them to pull out a dead cat or a bird. And instead they pulled out my father. He was dressed in a Santa Claus suit. He'd been climbing down the chimney... his arms loaded with presents. He was gonna surprise us. He slipped and broke his neck. He died instantly. And that's how I found out there was no Santa Claus.

never really believed in that

my parents and grandparents handwriting on the presents from santa

My teacher was joking about Santa being fake and one of the girls started silently sobbing

Her parents later emailed the teacher thanking her because they didn't know how to tell their daughter

I was told about Santa when I was three, and immediately said that it didn't make sense because reindeer can't fly. My older sister believed in it until she was seven, however.

Just now, in this thread.

Literally shaking rn.

I was in 3rd grade and some salty kid was butthurt because they found out Santa wasn't real from an older sibling, and decided to ruin Christmas that year for the whole damn class. I remember going home and crying to my parents, and being even more heartbroken when they admitted Santa was a hoax.

My sister and I figured it out, but my mom confirmed it when she got a bit tipsy at the state fair on a particularly warm day. The web of lies unraveled then: Easter Bunny, tooth fairy, God, etc.

When I noticed that my parents used the EXACT SAME wrapping on the gifts.

just kinda gradually figured it out on my own

by 4th grade i was 100% a nonbeliever and when i tried preaching to my friends they all ganged up on me

Was a gradual deduction. As I got older the story started to make no real sense and finally my parents asked me if I believed in him and I was like naaaah. Then they confirmed and told me not to tell my sister.

S-santa is not real?

my parents had to tell me when I was 10 or 11, they were afraid that I'd end up getting made fun of or something because I still fervently believed in Santa until they told me.

my parents had to tell me when I was 10 or 11, they were afraid that I'd end up getting made fun of or something because I still fervently believed in Santa until they told me.

I honestly feel like you wouldn't have reasoned it out until you were like fourteen otherwise, so good on them.

You fool.

I killed Santa.