For me, i was 9 when i stopped believing in him.
My mom told me to go to bed early because Santa was coming early that year. After she finished making cookies i went to sleep.
My sister woke me up around 3 am because she heard something, so we peeked and looked and it was my mom eating the cookies and drinking milk.
From that point on Christmas has never been the same for me.
My mom told me to go to bed early because Santa was coming early that year. After she finished making cookies i went to sleep.
My sister woke me up around 3 am because she heard something, so we peeked and looked and it was my mom eating the cookies and drinking milk.
From that point on Christmas has never been the same for me.