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How old were you when you stopped believing in Santa?

Surprisingly, 16??? I mean wait hold on
Every Christmas until I was 12, I would always wake up on Christmas to find a present somewhere inside my room, and my parents would be fast asleep by that time so I always believed it was Santa Claus. By the time I turned 13, I stopped finding presents on Christmas day and I was so sad, so I thought Santa only gave gifts to those below teen years and I didn't question it to anyone anymore. When I was 16 though, I suddenly brought it up to my mom and asked her if she and Dad were the ones placing the presents and not Santa. She replied, "What do you think?" and right then and there all my beliefs were crushed.

Basically no one told me Santa wasn't real, I guess talking about Santa wasn't a thing in my elementary school for some reason, and I was a totally oblivious and heavy-sleeping child who never caught her parents sneaking up on Christmas eve ; 0;
 
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I think I was 8? My older sister told me, but I wasn't really upset or anything.
 
It was sometime in first or second grade when I got a phone call from a random man asking me if it was the Santa rental company.

Nahh, just kidding. I did receive a call like that but it was only after I'd already stopped believing. Which really was sometime in first or second grade. At least I think so. Might have been a bit earlier.
 
7-9 i think i slept in the living room one time to check if santa was really coming but i ended up waking up to a conversation between my mom and my older brother not knowing what to get lmao
 
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I did that thing you aren't supposed to do and snuck down to watch my parents put stuff under the tree. I had insomnia since I was little so I never really slept properly and could hear noises around the house. I was really little, I don't think I was even in elementary school yet-- maybe early elementary? Anyway, I thought that it was cute that my parents were Santa and that they were putting in the effort to make me happy. So... for the next few years I just watched them set everything up, until about 3 years later, my dad saw a glimpse of me on the stairs and I waved at him. He was super flustered and I just told him it's okay because I figured it out. He said "oh, does that mean we don't have to do this any more, can I go back to sleep?" and, yeah, since then we just put the presents under the tree as we get them. Haha~ My mom still addresses presents to me from my favorite fictional characters, it's precious and ahhhh I love my family they're so cute ; u ;


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In my early to mid teens or there about (haha, I'm a sheltered child, no one really brought up the idea and it was the only thing I would believe in considering I'm not religious or whatever).

I even remember, my stepbrothers and I were sleeping in the living room just like a couple of Christmases before. My older stepbrother (who's two years older) was sound asleep so it was just me and my little stepbro (who's two years younger) and we both couldn't sleep, I remember we were watching Inbetweeners because there was nothing on. Anyways, I noticed that there were no mince pies and a drink left in the living room so we went and put them out beside an armchair. We wait, watching more TV- me on a mattress and my little stepbro on a sofa- and then we hear a noise. Panic! We both hide under our duvets pretending to be asleep, giggling like idiots... but my stepdad (their dad) walks through the door (because he wakes up at absurd ours) drinks a drink he poured himself and sat on the armchair and eventually falls asleep. We both come out from hiding to continue watching TV and an hour passes and I realise that it's all been an act and honestly, I was heartbroken and betrayed because being a teenager with something that gave me a bit of hope despite how I hated life... it hurt. I think I even cried once my little stepbrother fell asleep. So yeah, very depressing. I just give my Christmas lists to my mum now even though I still put a stocking at the end of my bed (but I get Ferro Rochers in that stocking so I'm all good).
 
i was around... 11 i think when i stopped believing in santa? i can't really remember, but it was definitely when i was around 10 or 11.
 
like 10, lol. I only really stopped believing because my friends convinced me. My family still acts like I think he exists, lol. It's kinda dumb. I actually for sure confirmed that santa didn't exist when I was eleven though. I realized that the handwriting on my presents was actually my grandma's handwriting 0-o
 
I honestly cannot remember ever believing in Santa. And I've tried to think back...and nada. I'm sure I did, but not to my recollection.
 
I think I officially admitted to myself that I no longer believed in Santa when I was 11. I kinda had some doubts a little before then, though.
 
around 7. brother and I found mum wrapping presents when we barged in for some unknown reason, we were a little sad but it all made sense then, didn't really care who it was from but I'm glad I found out that day, I cared more about the fact that mum deserved the credit and that she went through the trouble to buy those things for us and claim they were from santa, she never wanted to make us believe in him but society forced it on us... because other kids cant have there own opinion and if one kid says hes not real the whole world falls apart!
 
Stopped at age 7. I had my doubts that a 350 pound old man breaks into your house once a year, eats your cookies, puts presents under your tree, and leaves.
 
pretty sure i was 11 or 12. i was skeptical but i never wanted to stop believing which is why i kept believing for so long
 
I've never believed in Santa, probably because of my parents outright telling me that he never existed.
 
I started wondering when I was around 5-6 because I noticed that sometimes Santa's letters to me were legible and sometimes they weren't at all (i.e. my dad has the worst writing but my mom's was very neat). I knew for sure when I was 7 though. I got a present from "Santa" that didn't work, so my dad took it to the store and said in front of me "I bought this for my daughter but I think it's broken". Oh well, he tried.
 
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