I sort of remember believing in Santa - I was probably about four or five years old. I don't remember being told, or how I found out - at some point, I just knew. I wasn't upset by it - I remember thinking how nice it was that my Mom and Dad pretended for me.
I didn't want to do the "Santa" thing with my kids, but compromised with my husband, who wanted to do the whole shebang. Santa would bring ONE present, and one present only, and the rest would be from us. As we were quite poor, the kids only got two or three presents anyway.
I was surprised to learn my daughter knew there was no Santa when she was only four years old. She doesn't remember how she knew, though most probably she heard it in passing from one of her older brothers.
Shortly before the Christmas she was four, my daughter confidently told me she was going to get a certain doll for her present from Santa. Since I never HEARD of that doll, I had to move fast to find one.
Unfortunately, there wasn't one doll left anywhere! (The store clerks even laughed at me for asking.) She was terribly disappointed, but I told her Santa was sorry he ran out of dolls, and that he would definitely bring her one next Christmas when she was five.
I thought she believed me - she talked excitedly about getting it in the future. That summer, we saw dozens of the doll she had wanted at Chistmas, and begged me to buy it for her. I told her, "Don't worry - Santa promised he would bring one to you next Christmas."
Well, she stamped her feet and yelled at me, "You KNOW there's no Santa!
If you don't buy it, I won't get one!" I had already bought her the doll and hidden it away; so I leaned down and whispered, "It's okay - believe me - 'SANTA' will bring you a doll this year."
She immediately calmed down, and all was well. As she is our youngest child, we could have stopped the pretense of writing "Santa" on the gifts, but we didn't. I don't even remember when we changed that routine.
I like the way my boys found out about Santa: it was completely on their own, and the three of them all learned it at the same time. If it was traumatic for them, they didn't tell us; in fact, they didn't even tell us they had found out!
I only knew because I read the Sunday comics later.
Every Sunday, my older boy (in second grade) would read the comics to his younger brothers (in kindergarten). I hadn't thought to look at the paper first; as it worked out, I'm glad I didn't. The three boys solemnly came to me with a question. "What's a myth?" they asked.
I was busy washing dishes, so I didn't think of why they'd be curious. I told them: "a 'Legend' is a story that isn't really true, but it's based on fact - like Merlin and Camelot, and Arthur and the Round Table. A 'Myth' is a story that many people believe, but it's not based on real life."
My wonderful little boys whispered together, said thanks, and went back to their bedroom. Imagine my surprise later, when I read a comic that referred to
"The Myth of Santa"! In the end, it worked out fine for them.
I found this website because this issue has come 'round into my life again.
My granddaughter (age 7) has asked me - blatantly asked me outright - "is there really a Santa Claus?" I told her I didn't feel comfortable answering that question, and she should talk to her Mom.
I asked later about it, expecting to hear how she told her daughter about Santa; but instead, she had reassured her that Santa IS real. She also told me she plans to continue the belief in Santa for as long as possible.
I don't agree, but it's not my place to contradict her Mom; however, it worries me!!! I'll never "fake" Santa Claus with her; so if she finds out in a traumatic or upsetting way, at least she'll know that I never lied to her.
What do you think?