I love these stories on when children stopped believing in Santa Claus. Ten and twelve-year-olds, though? That's pretty advanced isn't it? I think I must have been four or five. I got it into my head that what Santa was doing was breaking and entering. (We didn't have a chimney. Myth busted from the jump.) I asked my mom if Santa was real. She said something like, "if you believe in him, he's real to you." (Which sounds like something from a movie, doesn't it? Maybe I've incorporated The Great Pumpkin into my childhood memories.) Anyway, being a ridiculously pragmatic child, I pressed her for the truth. Santa myth, busted.