Can't believe that these days an American kid can reach 10 still believing in Santa!

Story time: the Christmas when I was about to turn 9, my mother gave me a life-size (my then-size) painted wooden doll house in the shape of a French chateau that she had made.

Then she explained that Santa was actually a spirit who worked through people to give gifts.

(This dovetailed nicely with her teachings about how God works.)