I have been trying to remember when it was that I stopped believing in Santa Claus - and I can't remember - but I do remember the year I was in 6th grade and all I wanted was an electric organ.
I got one...and it was a "play by number" organ. I didn't know how to read music...still don't...but I could play every song in the "play by number book". I wanted that organ so badly that I prayed for hours on Christmas Eve that Santa would bring it to me...but I knew then that there was no Santa.
I remember it was so hard to let go...to stop believing...and I imagine it had something to do with the fact that if Santa didn't exist, then maybe the presents would stop appearing up under the tree.
Children seem to stop believing at such a young age now...Do you remember when you realized that the "jolly ol' guy" could not possibly deliver gifts to every child in the world in one evening?