Children all over the world know and love and elderly, plumpy man in red clothes who travel in a team of reindeer. The man is, of course, Santa Clause and although he has different names in different countries and he leaves his present in different places ( under the Christmas tree, under a pillow or in stockings) one thing is always the same-nobody can see him as he comes at night, when everybody is asleep.
When I was a child I used to write letters to Santa Clause to ask him for presents and he always fulfiled my wishes. I was convinced that he really existed and always waited anxiously until Christmas Eve, when Santa Clause crept to our room and, while we all were busy eating supper, left presents for me and my sister and brother, under the Christmas tree.
Everything changed when I was about ten. It was December 24 and, as every year, my whole family gathered in the dining room to eat Christmas Eve supper. We were eating delicious dishes preapred by my mum and grandma, talking and singing Christmas carols. When mum was serving her famous cheese cake, I noticed that dad was not at the table. Because I knew he loved cheese cake, I left the room, unnoticed by the rest of the family, and went to look for him. I thought he was in the kitchen and when I was on my way there, I passed the sitting room. Through its open door I noticed...my dad putting Christmas presents under the Christmas tree! I was really disappointed when I understood that Santa Clause does not exist. However, I have never told my parents what I saw that evening. My parents were sure I still believed in Santa and dad kept putting presents under the Christmas tree for the next three years. Then he finally decided to tell me the truth, not aware that I already knew everything. But he still keeps the tradition and I always find a present waiting for me under the Christmas tree on the evening of December 24.
