When I was a kid, I believed in Santa Claus. He was a superhero to me; a fat, jolly old guy who brought my sisters and I presents and who had created this magical festival full of music, lights and anticipation that I didn’t fully understand but to which I really, really looked forward to every year.
He could even fly.
When I was really young, I knew Jesus was involved somehow but I thought maybe he and Santa Claus might be cousins or something.
Later, after I got over being crushed after somebody told me that there was no Santa Claus, I confirmed it for myself and promptly changed my opinion about his existence. I did the same thing about the Easter Bunny too although that wasn’t as big a deal. The Easter Bunny was kind of a lesser superhero in my eyes.