I remember my brother telling me there was no Santa and that your parents went out on Christmas Eve and bought everything (imagine the crowds
After we had gone to bed, my mother's aunt and uncle came to visit my parents. I thought that was pretty inconsiderate.
Instead of heating ducts in our upstairs, we merely had vents that allowed the air to come up from downstairs, we could actually see what was going on in the kitchen (but not the living room) by looking through one. I kept an eye on the proceedings and they drank a lot of coffee, but not a word about going shopping.
After they left, my parents went to bed and I cried like never before.
Wonder of wonder, we had gifts the next morning!
Proof there IS a Santa Claus.
(PS, my mom felt bad when I told her this, when I was in my 40's)