When I believed in Santa Claus, Father Christmas or Kris Kringle by Rebekah Walton

That actually never occurred. I never believed in Santa Claus, Father Christmas or the rest of his names. I was the fourth child of six, and I even though I believed in a lot of imaginary things (elephants with purple poka dots walked by everyday when I wasn't looking for one.) and that I was an alien from outer space and was definitely gullible I never believed in Santa Claus. But my siblings when they were younger and wanted to find out if Santa existed, They decided to do something that would prove if he did or not. My brother and sister went down stairs and lit a fire in the fireplace before going to bed in order to burn Santa (causing him to scream and they could hear it) when he came down the chimney. But later when they heard a someone downstairs they just went to check it out and our aunt was down there putting presents under the tree. From that point on no one in my family ever even thought there might be a chance of Santa existing.