i found out for myself when i was about... 8?
Yes, i think thats when..
Anyway, my older brother had told me he saw santa flying on his slay at around 2am the year before, i wanted to see him
but i conducted this clever scheme.. stay up!
so anyway, i stayed up, looking at my window, hoping to find him.. then, at around 3am i saw something in the reflection of my window, i couldn't believe it, he's finally here!!
By the time i turned around, he was walking into my dads bedroom, i followed, horrified to see my dad about to pick up my stockings
R.I.P santa
edit: Hold on.. we're ruining hundreds of kids lives here!