I never believed in Santa Claus because I knew no white dude would come into my neighborhood after dark.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
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.
I was probably nine or ten the first time I heard there was no Santa Claus.
A good many things go around in the dark besides Santa Claus.
Our family was too strange and weird for even Santa Claus to come visit... Santa, who was jolly - but, let's face it, he was also very judgmental.
Santa was a fake.
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.
When I was a kid, I believed in Santa Claus. But it was very tough because in the Dominican... there are not a lot of rich people there.
Everybody has the idea of Santa in their head and in their heart.
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 believed in Santa Claus until I was 12!