I think I was 8 or 9. My mom’s friend was over and I had just lost a tooth so she asked me if the tooth fairy left me money. My mom said, “oh, she doesn’t believe in the tooth fairy or Santa or any of that anymore”. Fun fact: I did. I refused to believe it, so that year I left a note and cookies to Santa. When I saw “Santa’s” response, I realized it was the same as my mom’s and was crushed. The magic of Christmas left me. I still loved it, but it wasn’t the same. I never got an explanation or anything. Now, my uncle dresses up as Santa and makes appearances at a bunch of local places. Seeing him as Santa makes me believe in the magic of Christmas again.
That’s eggs-actly what I came on here to say.