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.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
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.
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.
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 got to grow up with a mother who taught me to believe in me.
Santa was a fake.
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 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.
I never believed in Santa Claus because I knew no white dude would come into my neighborhood after dark.
I believed in Santa Claus until I was 12!
I was probably nine or ten the first time I heard there was no Santa Claus.