I never believed in Santa Claus.
I was raised in a pragmatic and practical household. My parents were, and are, no-nonsense folk. Keen on traditions, but not fond excess frill. This was true during the holidays, too. From the very beginning, there was no Santa. He was just a story, a nice idea. Instead of the jolly man in the red suit, there was gratitude for one another, and drawn-out appreciation for gifts received (we were only allowed to open two gifts a day - one in the morning and one at night - for the duration of the twelve days of Christmas, or until the gifts ran out). I don't feel like I missed out having a childhood without Santa. If anything, I'm kind of glad I got to skip the heartbreak of realizing he was just a fantasy. You know where I did miss out, though? In the Christmas cookie department. Big time.