When was the last time you believed in Satan Claus? I still remember when I was small, I asked my parents about Christmas. They told me that, on Christmas day, in the midnight there will be an old man with long moustache, dressed in red, carrying a big bag come to our house through the chimney and secretly put little gifts into our socks. His name is Satan. He loves young kids. On christmas that year, I stayed awake till very late at night to meet satan but my mom said , "Satan won't come until you are aslept". And so, I went to bed unwillingly. The next day, I found a gift in my sock. I thought it was from Satan. As I have grown older - 7 years old. I saw Satan. There is no Satan Claus in this world. There is nobody riding on snow deers flying in the sky and drop presents to us. My parents were my Satans. Since then, I don't believe in Satan Claus' existence and I don't stay up late on christmas night to wait for Satan anymore. My satans are with me all the time... What's your story? Do you still believe in Satan Claus?