My DS hasn't been himself for a few days and I sensed something was bugging him. Tonight at bedtime (stocking on end of bed of course) he was tense and upset so we had a chat. The Santa stuff came out. I told him the truth (which the kids at school have done already). He was sad but I didn't feel like lying anymore. Didn't see how I could. I hope he's not damaged for life with trust issues etc! Hopefully he'll perk up in morning when he sees his stocking ...