I grew up believing in Santa Claus, and we still treat our house at Christmas with a huge reverence for that belief - even though our children are 19 through 23.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I believed in Santa Claus until I was 12!
Santa is our culture's only mythic figure truly believed in by a large percentage of the population. It's a fact that most of the true believers are under eight years old, and that's a pity.
For me growing up, Christmas time was always the most fantastic, exciting time of year, and you'd stay up until three in the morning. You'd hear the parents wrapping in the other room but you knew that also, maybe, they were in collusion with Santa Claus.
I was probably nine or ten the first time I heard there was no Santa Claus.
Christmas is taken very seriously in this household. I believe in Father Christmas, and there's no way I'd do anything to undermine that belief.
My parents still treat Christmas like I'm thirteen years old.
On the whole, I prefer Christmas as an adult than I did as a child.
I was Santa Claus in first year of primary school, our elementary's school play, because I had most panache, that was probably why. I was 5.
I remember being banned from other houses as a younger child during the winter holiday season; I was the only one who didn't believe in Santa Claus, and I was ruining everyone's Christmas.
I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph.