I figured it out pretty early in life. I woke up in the middle of the night and found my parents wrapping gifts when I was like 5 or 6.
Wrapped presents? Santa always had all my goodies already assembled and laid out in ready to play fashion. They just magically appeared overnight, ready to play with.
I was really young. I think was 3 and a half.
It didn't make sense to me that all the presents we got were things I knew could be bought in the stores. And I knew things were different in different places around the world, so why is Santa who is at the North Pole only giving us things which can be bought in our area. Plus I knew both my parents and pretty much everybody else was going Christmas shopping like crazy. Over the Christmas season I developed lots of other things that just didn't make sense.
I told my parents I didn't believe them and they kept insisting he was real. I kept arguing with them and they finally gave in and admitted he was fake. I was pissed that they lied to me. It pretty much ruined Christmas that year.
The other day my roommate and I were on XBL playing MW2 and some kid (probably about 10) kept calling my roommate gay.
We ignored him for a while, then finally he shouts "LISTEN YOU LITTLE FUCKER, SANTA ISNT EVEN REAL SO SHUT UP". The kid just went dead silent. He finished the game then left.
I felt bad.
Santa's not real?????
:''''''(
I was pissed and still am that some sort of twisted lie was foisted upon me for the purpose of the adult's amusement. I wrote a paper called the Dark Side of Santa Claus detailing my wish to not do the same to my kids. It didn't go over well with my wife, parents, and in-laws, but I got an A.