I lost my spirit of Christmas the day my parents broke the magic. Santa didn't exist and therefore expect "no more big gifts." Just like that. They shouldn't have introduced us to the idea of Santa if they would have trampled on the idea years later. And there you were, silent whilst the younger children in your family received their gifts still believing Santa existed. Silly isn't it. It dawned on me that the world was somehow crazy. Or perhaps my parents were the crazy ones. But they're only human. And Christmas and all its legends, tales and magic were a mere creation of men.
Never trust the tales that men tell.