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No, I wasn't traumatized. I sort of knew from quite an early age, but I kept believing their lies to hang on to it. But I always sort of knew Santa wasn't real.
I kind of hung on to it so I could ask Santa for presents and I could also ask my parents for presents.
edit: Porkmarras- I mean when you have children (I guess if you adopt), when it comes Christmas time (if you celebrate Christmas) are you going to tell them about a big jolly fat man that gives toys to good children?
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