I don’t know how my parents did it, but I never believed in Santa, and I always believed in magic. I was certain the nearly perfectly circular ring of rocks and mushrooms I found on our five acres was a fairie ring. I tried so many times to move things with my mind like Matilda. I had four imaginary friends. I love Christmas. It was and still is my favourite time of year. I still believe in magic. Maybe not fairies, but there are more things in heaven and earth than rationality can explain.

I’ve never believed that a fat man in a red suit comes to my house on the night before Christmas, but I do believe that we are all Santa Claus.