EVER BELIEVED IN SANTA?

SHE WRITES:

Waking up every December 25th was one of the most exciting days of my life when I was 9 years old and younger. I would run to my gifts and open them with big ahhhs and ooohs in disbelief that Santa passed by and gave me (and my siblings) those gifts! When I found out that Mr. Santa was mom and dad, I didn't get disappointed but rather grateful that even if we didn't have much money, there wasn't a Christmas morn where we woke up with no gifts. When my siblings and I were all grown up, I asked my dad why they kept doing that "Santa" thingy even if we were hard up financially. He told me something that made it all the more special... Papa said seeing the JOY in our faces, with those wide eyes as we opened the gifts made their efforts all worth it. So even if he and my mom had to sacrifice paying off the loans they made, he said it was still worth it because nothing compares seeing us happy... Writing this blog make me miss them terribly... sigh...

So now, I pass this on to our son EJ... as I mentioned in my previous post, 2007 was our first Christmas together as a family and it was also the first time he was able to wake up to that Christmas morn with gifts waiting for him. Yes indeed, if you can see his picture on that post, you'll know what I mean when I say there's THAT look :o) Although we call it differently, we tell him papa will turn into a Santa Papa on Christmas day. EJ knows the fat guy with white beard but the glory won't really go to him on Christmas day because our son knows the gifts will come from his papa... Plus of course, we tell him about the birth of Jesus - the reason for this season.

How about you? As a child, ever believed in Santa?

A. Yes, I did
B. No, I didn't
C. Others (pls. specify)

YOU WRITE:

A. Yes, I did
B. No, I didn't
C. Others (pls. specify)