For those who do not know, my mother is Jewish, my father is Roman Catholic. So I celebrated a ton of holidays growing up. Everybody in my grade celebrated Christmas. Since "only half of me could celebrate Christmas" I decided I had to be an extreme Christmas lover. Convert people to Santa Believers. Make people dedicated workers of Santa. Me, being the ignorant third grader I was, I thought God was Santa. Having people say they did not think Santa was real made me think they did not think God was real. Third grade me was terribly conflicted when people said that Santa wasn't real. Third grade was when people's parents told their kids that Santa was not real. Except my parents. Basically, the realization of Santa not being real was spreading through my school like the an epidemic. I was a child that not a ton of kids liked, so when they told me Santa wasn't real, it really hurt me. So, one day, I had enough of people telling me these lies. I ended up telling some poor girl that she was going to Hell for not believing in Santa. Moral of the story, don't confuse God and Santa.