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No, I was not devastated. I don't even remember when I "officially" found out, since my parents still played Santa until my little sister got into high school.

I never believed in Santa!

I had suspected it before my mom finally sat me down and told me when I was 9, but I still cried a little. Lol

I asked my grandma when I was 7, and she told me....which I feel was super rude lol.

I found out for real when I accidentally walked in on my parents putting the finishing touches on one of "santa's" gifts.

wasn't devastated at all! my parents weren't super into santa or lying to us, they never said one way or the other if there was a santa, it was more like, 'well, what do you think?' rather than answering when asked. my brother found the presents and showed them to me (i was in kindergarten) & told me that my parents were going to put them out and there would be a note saying they were from santa, he was right.

I don't remember how old I was. I wasn't devastated. I think it just confirmed what I thought. All my cousins and I were sleeping on the floor of my grandpa's house upstairs. Christmas tree was downstairs and I saw my family bring all the presents in from the garage and put them under the tree.

I was devastated! I was 6 or 7 and I remember crying when my parents told me! I felt so lied to, which is really surprising to think back on as an adult.

He had the exact same handwriting as my mom, so we figured it out pretty quickly!

I was old enough that it wasn't devastating to officially find out.

My parents told me from the beginning that santa was a fun fictional character and that the main point of christmas was to celebrate the birth of christ, so I never had to "find out" otherwise

I was 11. My teacher told me. I was beyond devastated. My parents had been lying to me all that time. It was awful.

It was gradual for me, not all at once. I just slowly got more suspicious until I put it all together around the 3rd or 4th grade. I remember wishing I still believed completely though because it was more fun and magical that way, lol

I just took it in stride, "oh, ok."

I was 6 or 7 and we were staying at my grandparents house, I hid under the table and waited for Santa. He came into the living room, dropped off gifts, stuffed the stockings, ate a cookie and left. So I went upstairs to bed... across the hall my parents were talking with the door cracked and I saw my dad in a red robe taking off a Santa hat and wig. Wah-wah. I didn't tell him until years later, he was so upset that I wish I hadn't!

I don't remember ever believing in Santa. my mum says that when I was around 3 my dad told me that Santa wasn't real, and I was just like "well, duh". I was always part of the ruse keeping my brother and sisters fooled!!