I believed in Santa until I was around 4 or 5. I just worked through the story, saw the flaws (we have airplanes... how come no one has ever found his castle? Why do the toys he makes have the Hasbro logo on them? How can he deliver so many presents to so many kids in one night and not be noticed?), and came to the conclusion he didn't exist. My older brothers were a little shocked and dismayed that I figured it out so quickly, but my parents didn't care because I wasn't upset about it or anything.
I really didn't care where the presents came from.
I really didn't care where the presents came from.

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