I was never disappointed. My dad told me stories about this jolly guy dressed in red, who left presents for all of the good boys and girls. I believed on Christmas Eve that Santa hitched up his reindeer and miraculously visited every child's home in the entire world. I even left the traditional cookies and milk out for my mysterious visitor and expected them to be gone when I awoke on the following morning. I was never disappointed.
Children have a faith that, well, just believes what they are told.
That's the way I was, and I'm sure that's the way most of you were when you were small children. Take Santa Claus. Santa is supposed to go to all of the houses in the world in one night. That just can't be. It takes at least one minute per house, assuming that he is very, very fast.