This question always comes up this time of year. Every young boy and girl comes to the point in their life where they really want to believe in Santa yet they have a sense that He is not real.
I can still remember when I was eight years old and Christmas was only two weeks away. Mom told me and my older sister to get our bikes and ride over to grandma's house; she wanted to take us shopping. Off we went as fast as our legs could peddle. Going to grandma's house was always a treat; we knew she would have something fresh out of the oven like cookies or cake. We were on the way there when my sister told me that Santa Claus wasn't real. This came as a shock although I had begun to suspect as much.
