i pretended that i no longer believed in the red suited one a long time before i actually stopped. in fact i believed a good year or two after db's (both younger than me) had stopped.
then i saw my mum filling my stocking one Christmas eve when i was 13 and i really knew that A) i had been vvv bad and mum was trying to spare my feeling (not a real possibility!) or B) he wasnt real and had been made up so that i would behave myself.
sob.