In a recent survey by BuzzFeed, adults were asked to share their funny and/or painful story on how they learned that Santa wasn’t real. Here’s some of the responses.
Submitted by Joel Anderson.
When I was 8, on Christmas Eve in 1986, I was reading the front page of theHouston Chronicle and saw a headline that read “How Long Should You Let Your Children Believe in Santa?” I asked my father if he’d been lying to me and he smirked and the jig was up.
Submitted by Sheridan Watson.
My dad’s secretary called me when I was 10 to have me clarify my list to Santa because my handwriting was messy. That pretty much cleared it up right there.
Submitted by kileyschlieper.
I was looking for my cat under my parents’ bed and found Santa’s “special” wrapping paper. I had been in denial that Santa’s handwriting looked like my mom’s for years.
Submitted by scopp.
One year for Christmas I got a camcorder from “Santa.” A while later, I popped in one of the tapes that came with it and found footage of my parents’ bedroom from November. Turns out they tested it to see if it worked. So after a while, I finally confronted them about it, and I think they were actually surprised I still thought that Santa was real.
Submitted by kaleem2.
One year, my older sister got this mini blow-up couch that was large enough for two small kids to sit on. After we opened presents, we went to my grandma’s house. I was sitting on the stairs where I could hear the grown-ups talking but couldn’t be seen. I heard my mom say, “That stupid couch took me, like, three hours to blow up!” That’s when reality hit me, and I started to cry.
Submitted by Reyrocksail.
I put laxatives in the cookies and milk. Found out when my grandpa was on the toilet all day.
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