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Parahexavoctal posted:as a Jew, I've never actually gone through the whole "Santa Claus" thing. I have no idea what it would have been like to believe in the Red-Suited Home-Invader and his Global Potlatch -- confusing, I assume. But what I'm interested in is how you came to the realization that your parents were lying to you. What's your story? How old were you? Did you figure it out yourself? Did someone tell you? I think for most kids it happens young enough that the memories are pretty vague. I recall figuring out that the Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, and Santa Claus were all imaginary around the same time. I think the Easter Bunny did it all in first, and once that happened I just connected the dots between the rest. I was maybe...five...or six? Again, I vaguely recall that I heard footsteps at night in my room on Easter night. I knew that I wasn't supposed to open my eyes because I'd scare him off or whatever, but I realized I was hearing footsteps, and since I figured a rabbit would hop, not walk, it was probably my parents. I think it felt like a game, and I had "figured it out", and that it was OK since it reinforced that my parents loved me. The Easter Bunny and Santa and such are these generally benevolent giving figures, and realizing that their myths were just proxies for my parents was comforting. Santa was real and he was my dad! My wife has a pretty different view though, and is kinda against the whole "Santa/Easter Bunny" myth. Conversely, her family life when she was young was pretty rough, so that seems to be part of it. Instead of this reinforcement that your parents are good, having Santa yanked away from you might be a realization that it's just you and your crappy family stuck in a world of poo poo.
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