The Santa letdown

I've only ever had a vague belief in those kinds of things when I was a kid. I think Santa I gradually came to the assumption that he couldn't possibly be real when I was old enough to comprehend the ludicrous notion of his existence. The fact that any presents I got from Santa or the Elves were addressed to me in the same handwriting as my parents tipped me off too.

I remember being really upset when I found out the Tooth Fairy wasn't real. I must've had some reasonable doubt as to her existence anyway because I forced myself to stay awake one night and sure enough, my mother crept into my room. I was upset partly because my parents had been lying to me and partly because I didn't want them to know I had found out, and I could see that they were only trying to do it to be nice. I told my mother eventually and she tried to blag it by saying the Tooth Fairy had asked her to do it that time because she couldn't do it herself.

Fun fact: when I was about 6 and still had some wavery belief that god might exist, I used to think he looked like Fred Dibnah. Nope, no idea why.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

On the contrary, I think finding out Brazil-esque would be traumatizing enough.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

But every child needs these belief shattered, it's part of growing up!

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.