man, I remember I was 7 yrs and I didnt know what to believe in. We used to wait until midnight to open our gifts.

My mother and father did a good job at keeping our attention away from stuff. So, It was almost 12 and we're all piss tired. We're watching the tv and what not and then it hits midnight.

So we're all happy and don't know wtf we're gonna get. I remember wanting one of these toy racing things that had a little screen in the middle.

So my mom and dad tell us to come and the open the door and behold, we have a shitload of wrapped gifts on each of our bed and we go crazy.

I though for sure santa existed because i didnt see my parents put the gifts there ;x.

shortly after though i realized the truth though, but that was long after that christmas.