I definitely believed in Father Christmas. I used to leave him mince pies and Rudolf a carrot in the hall. My parents would then eat them once I'd gone to sleep, put the presents under the tree, and a sack at the end of my bed.
I did and when I started to suspect he might not be real, I pushed the thought away for as long as possible. I loved the magical feeling of going to bed on Christmas Eve with the anticipation of the next day.
I believed in Santa but I eventually started to suspect something, and these suspicions lasted for years. I even got worried that by the time I grew up and had my own kids no-one would have confirmed or denied his existence either way so I thought I planned to get my kids extra presents in case he didn't show up for them.
I absolutely believed. Not sure when I stopped. I wasn't sure I really liked the idea of lying to my own children when they were born about Santa,, but there is such pressure in society to conform, I went along with it like everyone else does.
Yes most definately! I was a massive believer in Santa until I was about 10! I think at that stage I knew he wasnt real, but I didnt want to let go of the magic of it. I think most people agree that Christmas is just not the same when that little spark of magic is taken from it. But I think seeing little kids faces light up when they talk about him is still lovely and I'd never get bored of that.
I believed unti I was about 11 when I suspected it was mum. However I would never tell anyone he was a parent because there is something magical in children believing in him. In my family he leaves potatoes in place of some presents if you've been naughty throughout the year. It's hilarious when the grandchildren tell me how many potatoes they got.