What age did you tell your kids there was no Santi Claus?

[one_voice]

94. When I was 7 years old I was hit by a car...

day before Thanksgiving. I was put in a body cast Christmas Eve, they let me come home because my mom was a nurse. I had to be turned every couple of hours I don't remember how often now. I was downstairs in a hospital bed. Our house had a front living room or a parlor as some called it and a back living room with a pocket door. I was in the front room with the door close all but a little tiny smidgen.

That night I was given my medicine, I was still on pain meds, I got pretty messed up. Any way, I woke up when I heard noise in the other room. I could peak through the crack in the door. And Santa was sitting in the chair wrapping gifts. At least what I saw was Santa, who looked right at me. I watched for a few minutes and fell back to sleep. In the morning, I told my parents what I'd seen, they smiled at me and didn't say anything else.

I still believe to this day I saw Santa. I was a sick little girl in pain on Christmas Eve, and that's why I believe I saw him. It's my probably my favorite memory from childhood, through all that pain I saw Santa. I couldn't play with anything I'd gotten for Christmas because of the body cast, I could hold a doll, but that was all. BUT I'd seen Santa. Days later when my cast was good and dry dad put me on the floor to play.

I still believe that some kids do see Santa, just as I did. I guess that's corny, but I'm ok with that.