Hehe, no, I don't. I found out the cold hard truth about Santa when I was....10, I believe. I stayed up all night and at about 2 in the morning, my mom came out and put all the presents in the stockings! I was like, "...dear....lord....no!!!!!!!!"
That was a depressing Christmas, haha.
I stopped believing when I was 8. It was a tradition when I was a child that I would go to my Aunt Diane's house every Christmas Eve for our family reunion on my mom's side of the family. Now we have it at a restraunt in the middle of December.
We went home, and I went to bed, but like any little kid, I couldn't sleep because I wanted to wait for Santa, and see what he really looked like! Well, around 12:00am, midnight, I heard a noise in the living room! I got really excited and I wanted to see if it was really Santa. I tiptoed out of my room and snuck down the hallway trying to be as quiet as a mouse. I reached the end of the hallway, my bedroom is the very last one down the hallway, and I peeked around the corner expecting to see Santa putting presents under the tree, but I didn't.
Instead, I saw my parents putting the presents under the tree. I went back to my room crying, because that's when I realized that there wasn't a Santa. One thing though, I will never tell a child that there isn't a Santa Claus. I could never do that.
Santa Claus DOES exist and here's proof enough:
Christmas in the Arcademan Universe
I've been reading this! It's very good! I still can't bring myself to believe in Santa though.
As for Christmas, I wake up get to open 1 present, eat breakfast, and get to go to Church. After Christmas mass is over, we go home and open the rest of our presents. For the past 5 years we would have a gift exchange where we pulled a name out of a hat and buy that person a present, because my older brother and I didn't have jobs, but now that my brother is gone and I have a job, we decided to buy everybody a present. I prefer it this way. It's much more personal!
