Every christmas eve, we go to my grandmother's restaurant and, at midnight, one of the uncles dresses up like santa and hands out presents to the little kids, one per kid. The kids go nuts. Screaming at the top of their lungs, hyperventillating sort of deal. Being that this is christmas eve, they usually open a small gift.
Yet, the next day, when the parents give them big presents, they aren't nearly as out-of-their-mind crazy. They are happy, sure. But meeting santa clause on christmas was a huuuuuge highlight.
Let me ask you this - when you were a kid, did you ever pretend? Like, when me and my friends would climb trees - we were playing mortal kombat, and the tree was the ladder, and we were pretending to beat up people off the ladder as we made our way to shang tsung. Should my parents have come out and told us to knock it off and realize we were just climbing a tree, and to enjoy that alone and knock off the pretend?