When Santa visits to the Comstocks, he doesn't wrap his present. This is a tradition that comes from my side of the family.... the skeptical side of the family. If Santa were to wrap his gifts, one may notice the wrapping. This could result in having to hide long tube like shapes at all costs. So, to make it simple, our Santa does not wrap.
By age five, I had noticed that Santas are in more than one location at a time. On our way home from visiting Santa at the department store, I saw another Santa outside a different store with a long line of children waiting to sit on his lap. I asked my mom about it. She replied that Santa can't be everywhere and he needed helper Santas. I asked if I had met the real Santa or just a helper Santa. I told her I didn't think it was fair that some kids get to meet the real one while others just get a big elf. I wanted to know if I had been duped. Needless to say my magical believing Santa years were short.
The Comstocks however, are believers. They don't doubt, they don't question, they have FAITH! With that personality, I have helped all my kids believe for substantially longer than myself. Sometimes I feel guilt for the great lengths to which we have gone. In the fifth grade, Kate told her whole class that Santa was real and she could prove it. That was the year Santa gave her a 1960's yard-sale Bernina sewing machine that "wasn't even being made anymore, so it had to be one of his elves." (OK, I cringe admitting that!)
Jack is our last believer since Abby didn't hold out quite as long as Kate. Living in Austin with so much more diversity I don't know how long Jack will last, this could be our final year with a true believer in the house. But, it sure has been fun while it's lasted.