I found out when I was about 9 years old - because my siblings and I were playing hide and go seek and I nearly knocked myself out on presents from Santa in my hiding spot in my parents' bedroom closet. Luckily, being the eldest, I loved having more secret knowledge than my kid sisters and brother! And when I quietly approached my parents about it and there was no denying the truth, they did a fine job of saying I had a powerful adult secret of the highest importance and that it was now my job to keep that secret or all imagination would die. LOL
And when my kids began to question Santa, I did like you did, asked them what they believed...until they found undeniable truth...and then they graduated to a super adult secret too. I honestly thought the boys would ruin it, but they were so proud of their "graduation" it was almost sacred. :D
Even to this day, after admitting I put the presents under the tree, they ask if I believe in Santa and my answer is Absolutely! They wink and say "Me too."
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"Me too" indeed! Great story!