"Aren't you a little old for that?" your friend's voice cut through your concentration as you tried to carefully stack the cards in front of you into a precarious pyramid. You glanced up at her and rolled your eyes before you slid the next card into position. The red patterned backs mixed with the numbered sides. You sat back in your chair to pull another card from the box. After an hour of painstaking concentration, you were finally almost done. Stacking cards is something that's very hard to do.
You looked at her and shook your head, "No way."
Your friend narrowed her (e/c) eyes at you and sipped her coffee, "Look _______, I just think that you should get hooked into reality, alright? We're seniors in high school and you're about to turn 18. I think it's time you stopped believing in things like the Easter Bunny and Santa."
"You're never too old to believe," you responded stubbornly. "Besides, I have a twelve year old sister, a six year old brother, and a three month old younger brother as well."
"What does that have to do with your idiosyncratic belief in creatures of myth?"
"Legend," you corrected, placing a card in its correct spot, "Creatures of legend. Oh, and I think you misused the word "idiosyncratic". That refers to something that is out of the ordinary."
"Well, I think that you're pretty idiosyncratic, if I do say so myself."
"And you're pretty phlegmatic."
Your friend put on a face of utter offense. You added drily, "No offense, of course."
She sneered at you, "None taken, obviously."
The two of you then started to laugh. You stacked another card. Your friend shook her head, "Anyways, back to the topic at hand: Why do you believe in those silly wise tales?"
"Just like you said, they're wise," you remarked before beginning again, "think of it this way –growing up, I was as skeptical as you could probably get."
Your friend raised her drink, "Here, here."
"I came up with loads of reasons why Santa actually existed –we even tested them all out and slept with our parents. So, as you know, they didn't get up to put the presents out that year. Also, we saw the sleigh. Therefore, Santa exists."
"And what about the others?"
"Well, personally, I don't have a lot for the Sandman –it's kind of hard to prove. The Easter Bunny is hard to prove as well, other than the fact that my dad would have never gone out and placed that many eggs out in the yard. The Tooth Fairy, well, I've never found any of my old teeth, so I assume that she's real as well, I guess."
"And what about Jack Frost? Do you believe in him?" your friend questioned you.
"Of course," you answered indifferently, "Jack Frost is the cause of everything."