“Santa had once existed. He died when Violette stopped believing in him. Every year, millions of Santas are born and killed at the same time. Every child must kill Santa on the road to adulthood. Little do children know, Santa is just the beginning. There are plenty of others after him, whom children kill without a sound. Without knowing. That is why every child gets lonelier and lonelier as they grow up. The vacancy cannot simply be filled by another human being. People are not as kind or loyal as those creatures of imagination whom the child has killed. An empty heart is the penalty for killing those who’ve stuck with them.”