One year, “Santa” left a price tag on one of the gifts in my stocking.......that was it for me.
Had a coworker tell me that her daughter whispered to her that the mall Santa was not the real Santa. She could see the beard wrap around his head.
I sympathized with my coworker but told her that at least she now knows that her daughter can recognize the real Santa.
I held on until 6th grade! Then I heard my dad say ya gotta be dead to get on a postage stamp....then I remebered how many Santa stamps I saw.
Should also have asked why all your stuff was made in China/Japan/Thailand/Bangladesh.