I know it's all "lying to your kids" and all that blahblahblah ethical nonsense, but... My parents did it. And I don't look back with resentment for years upon years of their lies, I look back with admiration about how amazing it was to wake up Christmas morning to shiny presents and treats and how much effort they put into making Christmas magical. I think it's more important to have a good time than to look for any kind of higher meaning in it.
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