Probably when I was 5, I knew there was no Santa. But then something happened that made me wonder if I could be wrong. One Christmas Eve, we were awaked with bells ringing. My brothers and I awakened and went into the Living Room to find Santa sitting in a chair. I looked around the room and saw the upstairs neighbors, the next door neighbor and my aunt and uncle. Needless to say I was questioning my knowledge. However, Santa kept getting my brothers confused. I can still see that scene in my head. The first Christmas after I moved in with my mother, I asked her about it. She reminded me that the little girl who lived upstairs was very ill. One of her uncles had dressed up as Santa and came to give her gifts to her. On his way out he had stopped to visit my parents and offered to give us or gifts. I know that my father probably jumped on the chance to make that Christmas memorable, he would have enjoyed it as much as we did -- that was the kind of dad he was.