Sure, PM away. Comments on that ditty I wrote as a response to another poem on the subject of Christmas in about 10 minutes are welcome. :)
I can't say I have, I don't even remember ever believing in Santa Claus, when all the other kids still did. My immediate family isn't religious at all, but my maternal grandpa was actually a traveling preacher, and mom's sis married a very Christian man (she drank sparkly wine at my high school grad party only after her daughter had left...), and the cousins are in the faith. It was priceless to be at the wedding of one of them - the minister talked endlessly about hell and damnation - at a wedding sermony.
I feel something when in the midst of beauty - nature, music, literature even, but not anything I'd call religious. I wouldn't mind knowing what made the Big Bang happen, though.
E: Same question.

