When I was a kid we lived in Hollywood, my dad worked for the studios and he had a lot of contacts in the biz. Since we were a showbiz family, a lot of theatrics and such went into Christmas, and to say I believed in Santa Claus was an understatement, to me he existed, not in fantasy, but in fact. Here's why. Of course like any kid I went to sleep on Christmas eve dreaming of Christmas morning and what presents I might receive (at the time of course I believed that Santa would leave them). My parents (both gone now) playing on this fact and the dreams of a young lad staged a scenario that was so real, the memory is strong even to this day. Late at night my dad would wake me with... "I think I hear Santa Claus coming". I'd run to the window and in my mind I'd imagine I'd hear the sleigh bells ringing and a distant "HO... HO... HO...". But in fact I did hear that and so too did my dad. When I turned to him in amazement, he'd tell me to "Quick, get under the covers before Santa lands". I ran and jumped into the bed, expectations coursing through me and THEN... I would actually hear (not imagine) Santa Claus and his reindeer landing on the roof. The whole thing complete with his booming voice and echoing... HO.. HO.. HO... But it didn't end there. Next I'd hear the scratching, squeezing sounds of him coming down the chimney and finally emerging into the downstairs living room. My mind, my imagination saw him there, but my ears ACTUALLY heard him. Next.. my dad, smiling all the while would tell me to listen and listen I did as Santa called out to me from downstairs. "Have you been a good boy?" And my dad, knowing what would be asked and how long the timing was on the professionally recorded sound track would say... "Tell him yes". And then in my little boy voice I'd say... "Yes Santa" and he would answer back with a booming... HO.. HO... HO... and a warning to not come down till morning. He'd say to be a good boy, then I hear him climb back up the chimney and say to his reindeer. And he whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name: "Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer, and Vixen! "On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen! "To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! "Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" All this while I'd hear the sound of the reindeer shuffling on the roof, then taking off into the night. My dad would then tell me to go back to bed and to remember what Santa had said and not to come downstairs till morning. Did I believe in Santa Claus.. yes.. most emphatically I did.