Rooface
Wednesday 10th December 2008 12:42am [Edited]
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Quote: Lee Henman @ December 9 2008, 6:25 PM GMT
I do see where you're coming from but when a kid is playing make believe, he / she knows it's exactly that: make believe. Someone commented earlier on this thread that deep down kids really know the Santa thing is all just a game, but that's just not true. They really believe he's a living, breathing person, because of what we tell them.
I don't know - I just go along with it like everyone eolse but it still makes me feel uncomfortable - perhaps because my wee lad is such a sensitive soul and I can't bear the thought of him feeling betrayed. That's all.
If you don't mind me saying, it sounds like the actual problem you have is really that you dread the day you have to tell your children and how, not the actual Santa myth itself! Do you have friends with older children? Maybe it's worth sitting down with them. Awwwwww poor Lee!
My parents coped really well with the Santa myth. They first worked out way in advance what would be the right age to tell me. They didn't want to break the illusion too young but at the same time, they knew the older I got, the more kids would start to pick on me. They decided that I should know before my age reached double figures. Then they allowed ME to bring it up so when I asked if Santa existed, they took me aside and told me the truth. They even worked out what to say, explaining that I would still get a stocking for being good and it was important not to tell other younger kids I knew because it wasn't nice and only their mums and dads should decide to tell them.
I kinda knew the year before I found out because that was the year we missed Christmas because Mum was in hospital and Dad had broken his leg and I was out of school for a month because I had to care for him so there was no pressies or decorations and Dad avoided allowing me to get the stocking from the loft (I know, very weepy). To be honest, I was a bit sad when I learnt but I very quickly got over it, mainly cause I was still going to get my stocking. My friend Jane was the same and her parents got her involved in continuing the Santa myth for her younger siblings by allowing her to help pick their stocking fillers and such.