I can't say, with any certainty, that "the magic" ever really died for me. I dunno, call me a sap if you'd like, but watching a bunch of kids sprinting around the yard screaming and pulling colorful plastic eggs from obscure spots on Easter always brings a certain kinda joy and serenity to my day.
That, and receiving gifts, no matter how they're gotten, or who they're from, is pretty freakin' cool.
That, and I'm a fiction writer. Writer's pen strokes are those that bring magic into the world [http://www.amazon.com/Lord-Rings-50th-Anniversary-Vol/dp/0618640150/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1220379569&sr=1-2] and bring epic, galaxy wide conflicts [http://www.amazon.com/Star-Wars-Force-Unleashed-Del/dp/0345499026/ref=sr_1_12?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1220379641&sr=1-12] to readers' eyes day-in, day out. I don't care if life occasionally takes a shot at a child's innocence. It happens every day, but magic can still be find in today's dry and dreary world [http://www.amazon.com/Good-Omens-Discworld-Neil-Gaiman/dp/0441008615/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1220379949&sr=1-5], especially if you look for it.