My mom, dad, and myself always made homemade cookies. Random point there. ^_^

My mother used to make a mess with the cookies and halfway drink the milk. Then I'd always leave out reindeer food which contained grass and carrots. She'd scatter that all around the living room then actually made hoof print stamps and stamped little bits of mud on our floor ( no carpet ). ^_^- Then late at night she'd very quietly jingle bells outside my window ( my dad kept watch to make sure I didn't get outta bed ).

So yes, when I was young I whole heartedly belive in Santa Claus. My parents were good to me though cause when I finally asked them when I got around the age of 8 they told me the truth right up front. It didn't ruin anything from me. It only made me appreciate all the hard work they went in to to make me believe in a little bit of magic.