Speaking as someone who found Santa deeply implausible as early as preschool - the logistics of the traveling were what seemed really dubious, along with the north pole thing. Milk and cookies? Apart from the sheer amount of milk and cookies consumed (a problem that is not ameliorated by going to meat pies) that made sense then and it makes sense now. I certainly didn't give up cookies on my 18th birthday, and I'm not sure I know anyone who did.
If anything, being financially independent has only exacerbated my cookie-obtaining.
Cuthalion's art is the prettiest art of all the art. Like my avatar.
Number of times Roland St. Jude has sworn revenge upon me: 2