Santa Claus and Jesus

My mother was an atheist as I was growing up and although she never really tried to indoctrinate me one way or the other, she was very adamant about Santa Claus.
My parents for some reason held on to Santa Claus as the last bastion of childhood wonder and kept an iron grip. Now, when I was about 5 I snuck out of my room and saw my parents getting bags out of the car and and placing presents under the tree, and at that point I knew Santa Claus was not real. I faked the belief for my parents sake(and because I thought that if I told them I would stop getting presents) but I no longer believed Santa had cameras watching me everywhere I went and knew if I was being bad. This belief really only affected about two days before Xmas but nonetheless, the dream was shattered.
However once I turned 8 or so(these ages are rough guesses), I got tried of the childishness of the game, and my parents thinking I was going to stay up in front of the fireplace again "waiting" for Santa- I am not sure what made me snap but I had the conversation that the jig was up, I knew he wasn't real but not to worry I wouldn't let Ellie(my sister) in on the deal as long as they stopped patronizing me.
The effect this had on my mother was to ramp up efforts to get me to believe, insisting that "Santa IS real we just have to wrap his presents for him" and other various attempts to argue me into belief. My mother became a Santa Apologetic and came up with all manner of "rational" arguements to support the notion that he was real.
At some point she began to explore the abstract in that "Santa is real in all of us" and "You're Santa and I'm Santa" and "Santa is in your heart". Now, my mother IS an athiest and is not simply using Santa as a method to "fill the void" or the other various attempts you are going to use to draw paralells but when I tell you she was ADAMANT I really mean it.
So, what this caused me to do was first, to doubt my own eyes and my own empirical observations, being that my parents were now not just playing a game of pretend with me but actively arguing with me over the existance of a being I knew to be not only unreal, but highly implausible. This also, once I got over my doubts, made me realize that sometimes, my parents lied to me, and that sometimes they did not always know what they were talking about.
This is the closest thing to a "deconversion" story I have as the great Santa debate was the only thing that caused me to momentarily be uncertain as to the reality of Christ and God and to wonder if there was a being that not only knew what I was thinking all the time but was judging me for it.
This faded in time after I found other ASantists at school and spoke with them about their various experiences, including some parents who came clean about the existance of the Big Red Man in the North.