DS is 10. We are big Christmas people. Yes, we leave Santa's footprints in the snow. Yes, Santas hat is found high up in tree in the garden on Xmas morning. Yes, we sneak around in the dark in our own house at 2am on xmas eve.
He specifically asked me the other day if Santa was real. I was of course in the middle of getting dinner ready, baby sisters (both of them) fractious, etc. So I fobbed him off. But I don't want some sort of horrid playground letdown for him.
I think it is time to tell him (and promise never to tell his sisters). But I want to do it in a good way (ie, not while harrassed and put in such a way that he feels we have lied to him HIS WHOLE LIFE (!).
I want to use the opportunity more as a way of explaining belief, hope, trust, etc, human capacity for kindness. Haven't quite formulated this properly yet, as you can tell. And a big ask during teatime meltdowns!!
I was wondering if anyone else has had this conversation, and found a way to make it a positive thing for their child (ie, dd or ds not crumpled in the corner in abject disappoint).
I do kind of feel getting this right is a big deal because it marks the end of that part of his childhood (thank god for his little sisters or I would be weeping right now!).