imle: The only time I ever met Santa is when he came to our house. I was about 3 and my brother was 5. My dad went out to run an errand, and then Santa came in the front door and asked us what we wanted for Christmas! He was just how I imagined, big and round with a white beard and a red suit. My mom took pictures while my brother and I sat on his lap and told him what we wanted. It was the most magical time ever!
He had to leave before my dad got home. When Dad got home about an hour later, he couldn't believe that he'd missed Santa. It was all we could talk about for weeks.