It's like maynard said. As a kid, waking up to presents under the Christmas tree or in the stockings or under your bed is the greatest part. But Christmas Eve is when Santa Claus is out on his sleigh, when you have Christmas dinner with the family, listen to or sing carols, watch Christmas movies, etc. Great memories.
Santa doesn't exist, you loser.
But it was funny...last night at work, this little kid kept bashing Santa.
Saying he was fat and all.
His mom got upset and pointed to me saying, "Don't say anything bad about Santa, she's an undercover Elf."
He got all flustered and hugged me apologising to me saying he didn't mean what he said about Santa and then he cried.
It. Was. Adorable.
That’s the funny thing about trolls: They love to do something horrible, then accuse you of doing something horrible when you call them on it.