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Tuesday, 28 November 2006



I loved the magic of santa and the easter bunny in relation to Max. He was enthralled. Especially with the easter bunny. When he found out that Santa wasn't real, he immediately extrapolated to the bunny and was truly crushed. And angry. He felt betrayed. "Grownups shouldn't lie!" If I had it to do over again, I'm not entirely sure what I'd do.... the child's desire to believe in magic is so strong. And it's so much fun while they do.


That's a tough one. What about the selfish part of you (there is one somewhere, right?) that says, "But I want my kids to know it's us getting them these presents, because Lord knows we need all the positive spin we can get."

Seriously, though, my concerns are more in line with marian's comment. It would be kind of like the The Truman Show, where the character is happily be-bopping along until the big secret is revealed. Then life is never the same.

In reality, I never want Ben to lose any of his innocence. He says "hello" to strangers and announces his name, something I'm sure life will pound out of him, most likely in the form of our warnings about safety.

Whoa, sorry. Um, happy day, everybody.

Moksha Gren

It's a tough call, no doubt. I don't remember being crushed when I discovered the truth, so my memories of the whole ezperience are quite positive. I loved the excitement and magic surrounding Santa when I believed...and I felt like a big boy for being in on the secret when I learned the truth. So, I tend to come down on the side of encouraging the belief. To alleviate my guilt I'll just keep reminding myself that it's not lying, it's make-believe. And I really do think those are two different things. We have a copy of the J.R.R.Tolkien's letters he wrote to his children as Father Christmas. They were, like your mom's fairy letters, a delightful way to encourage magical and creative thinking in your kids, I think. So, Santa will probably be visiting Norah. And unless her Dad gets lazy (which has been known to happen)...Santa may well be leaving nice little letters behind as well.


Matthew entered the nudge nudge wink wink phase a couple of years ago. He still gets gifts from Santa, and he know where they really come from, but nobody says anything.

Interesting thoughts were generated by this entry, Si. I remember taking the truth in stride many years ago, and Matthew has done the same. I know that some kids are crushed, scandalised, whatever, and I wonder how much of that has to do with critical thinking abilities, and credulism (credulosity?)...uh, credulity (yeah, that's the ticket).

Cheeseburger Brown

Dear Simon,

I just can't spill the beans on my attitude toward Santa without spoiling the meat of my current serialized novelette.

Suffice to say my wife and I have reached a compromise between our conflicting mythologies that we believe we cann foist on our kids without feeling like deceivers, and which shouldn't be too hard to bear once reality seeps in.

Good luck.

Cheeseburger Brown


If I had to do it all over again, I would surely accentuate the religious meanings (of the religious holidays)more than I did. And fill the holidays with more family traditions that would stand on their own as far as making the holidays special parts of my kids' childhoods. Having accomplished that I think maybe I would have foregone the Santa/Bunny things. Our kids have enough to get disillusioned about these days.
Hey Paul, you're making up words. That's MY bag ;-)


Paul, I think "creedence" is the word you wanted... but I like credulosity.


Ah geeze, credulity IS a word. I thought you made that up too...


What strikes me most about your post Sigh, is that you defer your definitive answer until consulting with your boss (wife). You have made it son. Welcome to the world of the..... Sorry, have to ask Baba what we should call this wonderful life together.


Diva, since starting Kindergarten, has gotten, lets say, "wise" to the whole Santa thing and has been quesitoning it. I never give her an answer, but say "What do you think?" and let her explain it to me.

So far, she still believes, and I'm A-Okay with that.


Neat, I inspired a post! I still maintain that there is a certain amount of childhood wrapped up in believing in Santa/Bunny/Tooth fairy that a child will ultimately regret if not given the chance to have that wonder.

But then, I don't remember being terribly crushed when i found out the truth, either.

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