So, yeah. Santa's actually your parents. Or perhaps your legal guardians. I did put "WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS" in the title for a reason.
My wife and I were discussing Santa gifts for the kids tonight. I was talking a bit louder than I ought to have been, so my wife shushed me and told me that I'd better not be the one who spoils the Santa thing for our kids. Ok, fair enough. She then proceeded to tell me that our 13-year-old niece is depressed because she just learned the truth about Santa.
13 years old?! I can't imagine. And I know this niece pretty well. She's as sarcastic and know-it-all as they come. Honestly, I think "just learned" is a big ol' steaming pile of... well, you know. My parents put on a pretty good Santa show, and I can't even remember believing it. In fact, I can remember not believing it -- when I was seven or eight, I think.
For those who grew up with the Santa Claus tradition: How and when did you learn that it was your parents who actually filled your stockings? And how did it make you feel? I'm genuinely interested, as I have no memories of my own discovery. I'm also having a really hard time believing that a teen can still believe in Santa these days, but maybe I'm all wet?
Share your thoughts!