"It's like finding out that there is no Santa," a survivor, sexually abused by a priest in his youth, said to me in a one-on-one conversation years ago. He was speaking of the loss of the wonder that childhood allows, with the second chapter of loss that came years later when he asked his Church to provide protection for others and justice. He'd experienced twice the loss of the luxury of looking to people who can guide and instruct without hurting those who look to the "magician" that the Church seems to fabricate, giving priests the advantage of control and power that is beyond what the vast majority of humans can possibly use wisely and ethically.
To the smallest children of our society, the men in the red suits are magicians who can make all dreams come true. To adults who haven't matured enough to stop believing in magic, that's what priests are, in fact.
As grown-ups, we often fail to recognize our own power. Real power that is just as difficult to explain as the power we give to Santa. Or to a priest. Yet it's a power that we can all possess if our hearts understand real power. For Christians, it's the power to embody the essence of Christ, so that we do not become perfect yet can uphold very high standards of showing compassion toward ourselves in order to show more compassion to others. Thereby, having the possibility of creating Christmas every day!