How long (if at all) did you believe? I can remember the exact moment when my sister told me the truth, I think I must have been 8 or so. I remember it being one of the first loss-of-innocence reality moments (and disappointments) of my life. We always left cookies and milk, the whole routine. Do those of you w/young children go through this routine? I remember the thrill of standing in line to see Santa at the big department store. I wonder who these men unto whose laps I anxiously climbed REALLY were!
Ever have a friend or relative who regularly did the Santa routine for your family (accoutrements and all)? While a grad student at UT Austin I was hired to be Santa (through a music booking agent, another great moment as a professional trombonist) for the kids of the workers at IBM. There were A LOT of kids, many of whom were terrified, and it was a long, long day (and HOT under the makeup, beard and outfit).
I was a ho ho HO.