I'm 68 years old and I still believe in Father Christmas. When the eldest of our 3 sons was about 14 and we were doing the usual Christmas Eve hanging up of stockings, putting out a mince pie and drink for Father Christmas, along with a cartoon for the reindeer; my husband whispered to him," you know she'll have you doing this when you are thirty, don't you!" His reply, "I know, great isn't it!" Job done! As an adult he has never been able to get to sleep on Christmas Eve, even after a night at the pub with his mates. He is now a parent and he is the one eagerly waiting for his kids to wake up and ends up going into bedrooms saying, "he's been!"