Santa

When I was little, my sisters and I all believed in Santa. We would all write a letter to Santa with toys we wanted and why we have been nice. Mom always sent us a reply letter pretending to be Santa. On Christmas Eve my parents would make sounds and say that it was Santas raindeer on the roof. Then on Christmas Morning we would wake up our parents and rush to open presents. The cookies and milk we laid out for Santa were always eaten. There was always a note that Santa left answering our questions we sent to him in our letters. Eventually we all figures out that Santa wasn't real but we enjoyed the time we did believe.