That's a wonderful story, Jordie! Just gorgeous. If I was a less principled writer I would steal it for a short story (:. I can't remember when I stopped believing in Santa but I remember when my younger brother did, and I remember being very moved by the talk my father gave him about how Santa Claus is the spirit of Christmas and the joy people feel when they're together and giving gifts to one another, and how if you believe in that then Santa is *always* real. However I've featured the theme in several stories of mine as a symbol of irrevocable corruption of wonder. After all, when Santa goes, so too does your last hope that magic really does exist. > Hi all. I was just watching a TV special about belief and > faith. I was curious, when and how did you stop believing > in Santa Claus? > > I stopped believing in him when a burglar trashed our > house a couple of days before Christmas. My folks told me > to tell them when I hear funny noises in the house. I > told them that I thought Santa was coming early this year > because he'd be extra busy (there was a famine in Africa > at the time). They told me that Santa didn't exist. I > took it pretty well, I was even glad. I'd rather believe > he was imaginary than to believe he was a thief. Son of a > bitch probably would've eaten the cookies too if I'd set > them out for him. He took everything. > _________________________________________________________ > DO YOU YAHOO!? > Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com