I did to an extent...my mother is horrible at hiding gifts, and I usually found a couple of them before the big day. But I wanted to believe, and so I did, until I was 9 or 10.
Still, in my family, we still talk about Santa like he's really the one who fills my stocking every year. Only now, I play Santa for my parents and dog and leave little treats in their stockings as well. It's fun. I can't wait to have my own kids so I can suprise them as well. Who cares if its a lie, it's a sweet lie.
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"With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy."
-Desiderata
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