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I was sitting in the car going to school, and said something along the lines of, "You know, Father Christmas often uses the same wrapping paper that we do..." And in that moment, I became enlightened, because my mother couldn't suppress a laugh. Of course she then said how amazingly clever I was to work it out like that, and that now it was my job to be all grown-up and pretend for my baby brother (7 years younger than me. I was not super quick on the uptake). Turns out, though, my brother is a truly devious little cadger. When the penny dropped for him, he never admitted a thing -- not to our parents, or to me, or his classmates, some of whom were of course in their first flush of being able to deal out SPOILERS. I think we kept up the charade until the grand age of 8 1/2, and as the next Christmas loomed, we were beginning to fear for his logical reasoning. Gentle questioning revealed that we'd all pretended for the last two Christmases, because he feared that revealing he knew the truth would stop the flow of Santa swag. Smart lad.
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