Santa isn't real?

No like really, what the heck and how did that even happen. My story is probably similar to most people's but I guess I can tell it anyways. Back when I was not more than 6 years old I had slept over at my friends' house the night of Christmas eve. As any kid of that age, you slept next to the tree just in case Santa showed up to drop off the gifts you might get a glimpse of him. This was just the case that night, we had fallen asleep next to the tree after setting out cookies and milk (again I ask why Santa likes cookies and milk, but that's a completely other topic). Not sure what time it was, but all of a sudden we woke up to sounds in the house. We knew it wasn't a dog because they didn't have one, wasn't his brother, so it must've been Santa. Well we sort of hide under our blankets, trying not to make any noise. And looking at the tree and finding out who else was in the room we realize it was his dad dressed in a Santa costume on the other end of the room. Go figure...why does it have to be ruined by your friends parents. Then obviously when you bring it up to your parents about santa being them, they try to deny it but that's just how it is. So guess I wasn't too old/too young to learn that he didn't exist. And honestly I don't think that the Christmas holiday should even be about gift giving, it's not about the actual gift you receive. It's the time you get to spend with family celebrating, being happy and just enjoying yourselves.