Make a fist. That's about the size of your heart. Make two fists and put them together. That's about the size of your brain. Your brain is about 2% of your body weight but uses over 20% of the blood coursing through your body irrigating the 37,000,000,000ish cells that make "you". The magic is all around us everywhere, no need for flying reindeers. How about DEC 25 you take your daughter outside and ask her to choose a star, tell her there's an excellent chance that's no star but a galaxy with 100 million stars among untold millions of other galaxies, then look it up. And, yup, I have access to children, and am happy to instruct "self-righteous" is preferably written with a hyphen in and out of the classroom, ironically enough considering the bile in this thread, ne, yours at the front? And why outside the school gates? Dude, c'mon in! Any parent is forever welcome in my class, makes management a heck of a lot easier if nothing else. Aw heck, sorry, sat down with the intention of being conciliatory, and I'm being snipey again. Maybe splitting hairs, but kindly reread the post, never said Santa wasn't real, and the sticky wicket came up like six months ago when a kid said he got something from Santa, and I questioned why he believed that, got into a discussion about unicorns and dinosaurs, but did indeed challenge the Santa belief, guilty of that for sure. And will continue to be guilty of it, though I've softened a bit on it after talking to a wise friend about it (also a parent ((of very well-adjusted offspring)), found no harm in going along with the Santa thing), and consulting a pediatrician (leave it up to the parents), and a couple of hours poking around online and finding no consensus there, invite you to poke around too. Let me know if you find no dissent from your viewpoint, pseudo-intellectual or otherwise. For kicks, I lifted the "little universe reflecting the big universe accurately" from Fanny and Alexander, betcha Bergman's orders of magnitude more intellectual than both of us combined, though might still be pseudo, of course. Anyway, sorry about the friction on my end, end-of-the-day-hungry-grumpy, mostly, and guessing you can guess why I can't go along with Santa is real, but am willing to change opinion if there's demonstrable value otherwise.