One day when my daughter was eight, she discovered (accidentally) the true story of The Easter Bunny. She was pretty devastated but decided life could go on and off we went to school. However during the ten minute drive it took to get to the school gates she realised that the same must have been true of The Tooth Fairy and Santa and that was really just too much for her to deal with.
I took her home for the day and she lay on the lounge devastated and disillusioned by the whole turn of events. Then she wrote this poem which just resurfaced during a clean up.
As you can see she took it hard.