We used to do a thing on chrismas eve where a family member would ‘go to the shops’, go upstairs, get a big bag of presents, dress as santa, sneak out and knock on the door to deliver them.
Stopped believing in santa when my heavy smoking and drinking spanish expat uncle was on santa duty: dumped the bag of presents on the floor, said ‘here’s your fucking presents’, sat down, pulled the beard down and sparked a tab.
28 years old I was (I was 3)