Magic The First Memories of Christmas When I was eleven, some kids in my class told me that Santa did not exist – I replied that it was the naughtiest thing to say. He very much exists and brings me presents every year! This post may contain affiliate links, which means I will receive a commission if you purchase through my links at no extra cost to you. Please read the full disclosure for more information. Thank you! The kids started laughing, so I turned my back and left them basking in their small, magicless and emotionless bubble. I instantly knew they...