I've probably given the wrong impression in this thread, but then we've always known I'm not that bright.
Look, I love Christmas (or as Mrs. P calls it, the Solstice Celebration...which is technically more accurate for our family). I've spent the last 10 days "decking the halls", planning the Solstice meal, seasonal music is constantly playing in the house, wrapping presents for under the tree...hell, this morning I was addressing Christmas cards before work. I'll spend Christmas morning excitedly presenting Mrs. P with a few bobbles (we also don't go for too much spending), making the traditional Ebleskivers, and watching my grandkids tear into wrapping paper like a tornado. I love it all and much of that stems from nostalgia from my childhood.
For me the big reveal was me walking up to my Mom (I think I was six) and asking, "Is Santa real?" "Yes," she replied. I thought about it for a minute and asked, "Are you Santa?" She smiled with pride and said, "Yes, honey." That's it: no trama, no tears, but it was an important lesson
for me. It's true, I did appreciate the effort of my parents and from then on I was more cognizant of greed and being sure not to ask for too much beyond my family's means. Another good lesson.
So yes, the winter celebration, whatever you choose to call it (I usually just stick with Christmas as generic term) is terrific and has never been ruined for me, my children or grandchildren. I personally just choose to leave the lies out of it. That's what this thread was about.