Ally: To me, the true meaning of Christmas has always been Santa. It still is. You're allowed to believe in something you know doesn't exist.John: I actually still did believe until I was 12 years old. I just wouldn't give it up. Ally: What made you stop believing? John: My mother - she told me he fondled the elves. Some therapist told her step one was to at least undermine my admiration for him. Next year she told me he died - heart attack. Cholesterol. I blamed myself for leaving the cookies... fat man trying to squeeze through a narrow chimney, and I taunt him with Oreos and a glass of whole milk. Ally: And you call me odd.