You still believed in Santa. Being 5 years old, that was okay and your father happily supported the belief and often went all out on Christmas morning to make you happy.

You were counting down the days to Christmas when a very important question passed through your little mind.

“Is Santa real?” You asked your father, tugging at his shirt.

“Nope, sorry sweetie,” he said, glancing down at you. His voice trailed off as his eyes widened. “Oh, I’m just joking, baby. Santa is real, I promise.”