That's the thing I never got either. As a kid, one year a neighbor dressed up as Santa and came to our Christmas Eve party, there's still a picture in the album of me wide eyed when he came through the door. He gave me a Barney coloring book and a set of crayons, nothing that I'd asked for, nothing that I'd have the presence of mind to actually want, didn't matter, even at 4-5 years old I knew our presents came from our parents, but I also believed in Santa Claus, and he came to our house, that was all that mattered to me. I can't really explain it, but for me it was enough just to believe that he was real, didn't matter that he never brought us anything. So even as a kid it struck me as a dumb idea to stop believing in Santa just because you didn't get what you wanted.
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