I was brought up to not believe in Santa. My Mum felt strongly that it was wrong to lie to your children. She also thought we might be scared of the idea of a strange man coming into the house at night. I don't remember feeling that I missed out in any way, but of course we all just accept what we're brought up with don't we, because we don't know any different.
DS1 is 5. I have been told in no uncertain terms by my friends that I HAVE to let him believe in Santa. Apparently it makes it magical. Also, people have made it clear that if my DS spills the beans at school I will be a social outcast, and will have to move away!
So I have gone along with it, but something still doesn't feel quite right. DS is a very logical child, very bright, and also asks lots of questions. Tonight he spoke so ernestly about how hard it must be for Santa to get to all the children, how tired poor Santa must be etc. He's also very anxious that he shouldn't wake when Santa is here, as he's heard that he won't get any presents if that happens.
I'm sure I'll be slated for this, but I can't help feeling uneasy about it all. It doesn't feel magical. It just feels like a big fat lie.
Anyone else feel like this?