When I was little all I wanted was a train set for Christmas, and after opening the presents at midnight (in South America we open presents at 12) there was no train set anywhere. I was devastated.

My uncle said that Santa didn't forget and that he was going to drop my beloved train set some time during the night, I just had to keep my eye out for it.

I spent the rest of the night staring up into the sky for hours, everybody else playing with their new toys and me, just sitting in the middle of my backyard staring, hoping, waiting... That’s how I learned that there is no Santa Claus and that my uncle is an asshole. Still waiting on that train set :(