@Calliopespa I totally agree with you in all that you say!
I grew up in Ireland in the 70s & my dad adored childhood magic! He got it from his mother who grew up in a v rural part of the country & while she had strong Catholic belief, she also had a strong belief & knowledge of the older folklore stories & utterly believed in the fairy folk etc. Some of those stories were dark!
Anyway my dad (& mother but it was def driven by him) gave us magical Christmases (& without much money) we had traditions & stories for each occasion & i have VERY clear memories of lying in bed Christmas eve with my dad telling us stories & us hearing Santa's sleigh bells & being totally convinced we could hear them
I also 'saw' fairy clothes at the base of a fairy fort he used to bring me to on a walk on summers evenings. To this day I can see in my mind what I 'saw' then - the tiny jacket & trousers - probably a crumpled crisp packet!
We had the tooth fairy & the Easter bunny & a huge celebration for Halloween.
I am so incredibly grateful for these magical, fabulous childhood memories.
Dh's family are English & he spent the majority of his childhood there & he had the polar opposite experience growing up. He knew the concept of santa but it was v v lacklustre with little effort from his parents.
When we used to chat about our childhoods he was fascinated by my stories & when we had our own dc he asked if we could continue those traditions.
So we did. And he was 100% into it, more than me at times!
Our dc (now in their early 20s) had all the traditions- santa, Halloween, tooth fairy, Easter bunny & they loved it all & have great memories.
Even when they were growing out of childhood into early teens & we started to go away for midterms like Halloween or Easter etc they'd insist on putting up yje decorations anyway as 'it wouldn't be the same without them'
They're not in the least bit traumatised by us having continued the stories.
Childhood is short, a child's belief in magic & fantastical things is a gift to me cherished as life can be hard once they get older.
I do pity children who are raised in such pragmatic, sensible ways