I always told my children that once you stop believing, he stops coming.
I don't ever remember not believing in Santa.
Probably because Santa came each Christmas Eve to my house.
Santa would ring our back door bell
and ''Ho Ho Ho'' his way in!
He carried a large red sack of gifts.
My cousins and I would eagerly wait and try to peek out the windows
to see him arrive...only to be shooed away.
It was so exciting!!
Once done, he'd sneak into a bedroom and change back then join us.
Of course, we were too busy opening our presents to pay any attention.
When I was little Santa was my Uncle Ernie (Miss you so much!)
He was the best♥♥
the each generation, but he always came.
The next generation of little ones believed and
that excitement always filled the room.