If you were raised in the cultural tradition of believing in Santa Clause when did you find out he wasn't real? How did it affect you? What did you do? Who did you tell? The photo below and the question were taken from the below link:
This isn't a question related to greed, though surely over the years, Santa has been associated with greed. In fact, the Christmas season has often become more associated with green than a time for love and giving. For Christians, it's a time to celebrate the birth of Christ.
For now, let's focus on the myth of Santa. When I was a child, Christmas meant getting one 'big' gift, such as a doll, and one usable gift, such as a pair of pajamas or some socks. In my younger years we usually went to my grandparents' house for Christmas. I don't know when it started occurring to me that no man, no matter how fast his reindeer were, couldn't make it to every home in the country in one long night. And what about the houses without chimneys? How did he get in there? One Christmas when I was around six or seven I'd asked for a Tony Doll. When my parents packed the car, one of the gifts on the backseat with me was a box just the size for a tony doll to fit.
That gift appeared from 'Santa' under the tree the next morning. My Tony Doll. I didn't tell my parents I knew for a couple of more years. I didn't want to spoil the fun for them:-)
Merry Christmas. Share your experience. Again, please no diatribes on greed. I'm too aware of it. Let's talk about the magic for now. Greed another time. That subject could fill books. And yes, I'm aware of the true meaning of Christmas. This post isn't about that, either.