The thing I most love about Christmas is just the feeling that magic is possible. I believed in Santa until I was in the 5th grade. I think some of that was willful ignorance, but I have always desperately wanted to believe in some magic.
Christmas is about belief and hope and joy and love.
My Grandma gave me a book called There Really is a Santa Claus. It talks about the origins of Santa Claus and how even though there might not be a jolly fat man in a red suit flying around at Christmas, the spirit of what Santa means is important and continues to exist.
I hope that in this age of hyper media, my son will be able to believe in Santa for a long time, to believe in the magic for as long as possible.