Letting go of fantasies can be difficult...
Let me relate to you a dialogue I once overheard.
Picture two children. One of them -- "Ray" I think his name was -- was visibly distressed by the revelation that his brother Brian no longer believed in Father Christmas.
- But you must believe! How can you not believe?
- Ray, don't you see it? There is no Father Christmas. It's just a fantasy!
- Well, if there's no Father Christmas, who gave you that shiny new Game Kit last Christmas?
- It says "Made in Taiwan" on the Kit. I don't think it came from the North Pole. You know, I snuck a peek into papa's wallet, and there was a receipt for a Game Kit. It's our parents who are giving us those presents.
- Well maybe Father Christmas put the receipt there! He's testing our faith!
- No, Ray. Look, I know you want to believe in Father Christmas, but just think about it! Father Christmas supposedly visits millions of households across the world in one evening! It's just not possible.
- Well maybe it's a miracle! You have to have faith!
- You're just denying Father Christmas because you want to be naughty!
- No, Ray. I don't want to be naughty, and I don't intend to. But there comes a time when we have to start being nice because it's the right thing to do rather that because we want presents.
- Brian, please! I'm begging you to believe! One day it'll be Christmas again and you'll get no presents! But then it'll be too late to repent!
Well okay, it wasn't really children and the imaginary friend they were talking about was not Father Christmas, but you get the idea.