I know, that everybody believed in Santa Claus at some point in their lives. I did. I used to send letters to Santa Claus asking for a lot of toys every year. One year, I even sent him a long letter requesting a younger, sister or brother. He replied, saying that  my older brother is enough for me. One day, when I was eleven, I went shopping with my mom. She bought some clothes. I wasn't surprised, because she often bought clothes for me and my brother. But on this day, she didn't give it to us. She took it away. I was confused and thought about it for a long time. 

When 6th December came and we checked our presents I saw the same clothes, which my mom bought. I asked my mom if it was true that Santa Claus didn't exist. She said "Yes, it's true".  After this day I don't believe in Santa Claus but I still like to get presents and have a surprise when I open them.