I was always suspicious about you. Mum kept insisting “if you don’t believe you won’t receive” and I always thought that was a kind of bogus condition to get presents, or anything. On the other hand I was the eldest daughter and had to set a good example for my younger siblings, of course I realised this was bullshit much later, but that’s the kind of pressure I felt under.
So every year I’d carry on maintaining the pretense that you existed and visited every child if they were really really good. Except the friend I had at school who was a Jehovah’s Witness. I knew of lots of kids who weren’t really really good and they all seemed to get better presents than I did. Yeah, none of it added up. But I was the eldest child.