I never believed in Santa Claus

My parents could never could tell us that santa wasn't real. They just let us pretend to believe in him until we moved out of there house. A few times I was santa myself. Santa was a little different to us. Santa was who ever put christmas presents under the tree. As we got older and started putting gifts under the tree we got to be part of the fun game too. The object of santa was to not get caught putting gifts under the tree. Everything except for dimonds got from santa stickers on it. It was fun not knowing who got what for you. I think It was a lot better too because then if you really couldn't get them something it was still okay. I'm not having kids for a while so I'm not to sure what Im going to do with them and the idea of santa. I still remember waiting in line at the mall to meet santa and being so happy...and nervous. So I'm really not to sure yet.

Well, i have once believed in Santa, until he turned me down. I questioned mummy about why he didn't give me presents, and was immediately told the cold hard fact that he actually doesn't exist. But as a story, a tradition, i think it's okay you tell your future kids about the story, but that doesn't necessarily mean that they shouldn't believe in it. On the brighter side, if you really think about it, your parents have been your Santa Claus for the past 18 years of your life!! Mine, too!! Cheers, we're both 18!! :D