I never believed in them. My mom didn't know, though. I don't really believe in magic, so I knew there was no way a fat guy like that could fit down a chimney! And that just opened the door to all the faults with them all. The first time I knew who Santa was, I knew he didn't really exist!
What do te mean stopped believing?! No, just kidding. IDK, around 6. . . The thing is I don't believe in that shizz, but I believe in vampires, werewolves, witches, fairies, immortals; They are around us, some of us just know it. :)
Well I was ten when I stoped beliving that there is a fat guy in a suit that brings presents to children in the middle of the night if that's what te mean. But I do belive in the spirit of giving and the Natale season. There is a bit of Santa in all of us. Santa still give me presents on Natale eve, and I'm nearley seventeen. I still leave out latte and biscotti, cookie and stuff, and I'm not ashamed at all to say it.
I was quite late, about 9 I think. Thats becasue the Santa at the shopping center that we went to go take foto and stuff with was actually our family friend. I believed so long becasue he would know my name and know stuff about me.
Wow, I read all these answers, and te guys all found out so young! What is happening to the youth these days? First Twilight (jk lol) and now this? Anywayz, I didn't find out until 7th grade. My best friend at the time told me during health class. Worst giorno ever... :(
When i was a child my parents explained when i was around 3-5 years old, that although the stereotypical santa claus (the red and white cloak, going down the chimneys, flying reindeer)was imagination, they did relay to me that there was a santa claus in real life. St Nicholas, who used to go around on the time of the Winter Solstice, leaving little gifts such as hand made wooden toys and Cibo such as pig chitterlings and apples in children's shoes at night. He's the true santa claus to me, and i shall relay his tale to my own son once he becomes old enough to understand.