How old were you when you stopped believing in Santa?

I was probably 10 or 11, maybe even 12 when I found out. I was starting to figure it out and remember finally asking my mom when we were driving somewhere if Santa was BS. She didn't confirm nor deny, just listened to my little kid reasoning and logic. That Christmas Eve I was watching TV with my dad later at night, probably around 11 pm, and he went downstairs, came back with 'Santa's' presents and put them under the tree. We didn't say a word too each other about it and I knew that my suspicions had been correct. It wasn't devastating or anything, just the end of a chapter in my childhood. Plus I was right and even back then I enjoyed knowing that!

I guess i was somewhere between 5 and 6 when i saw my mum putting in the daily december presents in the giftsock.... But i never really said so because i wanted the daily presents still... :D Ive always liked to wrap up presents...

I never believe in Santa even when I was a child because I never receive any gifts from this old man. LoL

I was around 10 years old when I realized there was no Santa. When I found out, I was also upset but not too much. I was also disappointed because I really thought there was such a super nice person who just leave gifts, slide through chimneys, and rides a sleigh pulled by reindeers. I found out accidentally when I saw my mom put some gifts inside my Christmas stocking. I saw it when I was on my way to the bathroom at around 11 in the evening.

I never believed in Sanata because my mom always told me that he doesnt really exists. She wake me up in that belief that he is not true and just a story.

i believe in santa also now! no i'm joking, i stopped to believe in santa when i was about 7-8 years old, beacause i've seen my parents put some presents under the tree, so i understood that sanda is only an invection. when i was young i put some oranges and a glass of milk under the tree and in the morning when i got up i found their skin and the empty glass. My parents told me that santa ate and drunk them.

i stopped believing in santa when i was in 4th grade. as far as i can remember,when i was in 3rd grade, it was when santa didn't give me presents anymore and my mother was telling me its because santa is becoming forgetful because he is already old but my younger sister had a present, so i started thinking about it. on the next christmas, that was the time my mother and i went to the mall to shop for the things we are going to put on my sister's socks. ugh. that was so embarassing, thinking about those letters i made for "santa"..

I'm not sure I ever quit believing in the subject of Santa. I know that Santa isn't a real, skin and bones, type of person. However, I believe in the spirit of Santa...the spirit of kindness, and so on. I'm not sure if this really answers your question, but this is how I feel.

I think I was about 6 or 7 when I stopped believing. I can remember saying to my parents that I thought he didn't exist, and they confirmed it. I wasn't upset, as I suspected it anyway.

Well I never heard of Santa till I was about 13 years old when I watched the Santa clause movie. I thought it was a great story to cheer me up from the miserable street life I grew up in where nobody really told me anything like that. So in my case I've never believed in Santa clause at all

I was about 8 or 9 when I got told but I still am a kid at hart so I don't believe in santa but I know at hart that whenI play that role, I am doing something fun.

Never believe on santa, its didnt go accord the way my parents raised me. Santa doesnt represent what CHRISTmas is. The name itself says it, Christmas is about the birth of Christ. And nobody never had to tell me, they just needed to confirm my suspects of what i was thinking.

I Think I Stopped Believing In Santa when I was 8 Years Of Age. For That Time I Realized That THe Saying Of My Older Brothers THat I Didn't Follow THeir Request They Didn't Gave Anything They Promise a Santa Giv'n To Me

I find out that Santa weren´t real when i was about 4 to 5, i were suspicious and spyed to realize it was my parents all the time!, but i weren´t that dissapointed, and i didn´t tell anybody at home because i was afraid there will be no presents if i didn´t believe in Santa, what a greedy kid can a only child be!

I was around 11 or so. For some reason at that point I started to question everything that my parents had told me and decided it was my quest on finding out whether or not things were rationally right or wrong. At the time it probably wasn't what I was telling myself but it helped me figure out that I didn't believe in Santa and it helped me decide that I wasn't going to be socialized by my parents to believe in religion, and other societal beliefs like whether or not other races are bad, if homosexuals are bad, what our economy needs to be etc. My parents never did anything to make me not believe, but in my mind I just didn't see how it was possible and it was more possible that they were lying just like they lied about where babies came from.