I was four years old when I told my Mom that I didn't believe Santa Claus is real. The first thing she said to me is don't tell your sister (who is three years older than me ), and she then told me the "Yes Virginia, There is a Santa Claus" story, which I loved. It wasn't really Santa that caused me to doubt, it was the Easter Bunny, whom I just could not believe in. So when Christmas came around I just sort of asked if it was the same thing with Santa.