I think I was about 10? When we found out santa wasn’t real was like finding out there was a backstage. And fight club rules applied.

It meant we were now part of the fun little spy operation keeping the show going for my younger siblings and relatives to enjoy. Keeping an ear out for gift ideas, getting to stay up late to wrap stuff, help put presents under the tree etc

And when they inevitably found out we brought them in the fold. Believing in Santa to BEING Santa and by extension the joy of recieving becoming the joy of giving