I used to always want to stay up on Christmas and look for Santa, but my parents would never let me. I had a book written by "Scribbler Elf" and I used to get in fights with my friends at school, who told me that Santa wasn't real. My friend said her parents told her when she was five. I never believed her, yet I believed The Polar Express. I thought she had lost her magic.. xD
Once I found out that Santa wasn't real, I bawled. I was crushed. AND, to boot, I was at my friend's house when I learned. It was a rough day for me.