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Except it's not a joke, it's a bit of magical whimsy. When my oldest brother got old enough to realize it wasn't real, he helped my mom and dad make it 'real' for us by saying he heard reindeer hooves on the roof. Man, how we envied him his ability to stay up later and *hear Santa*!

To each their own, but it's baffling to me that something as silly and fun as Santa is freighted with all this weight of 'lie' and 'trauma'. So much of childhood is make believe and pretending and 'if we get to the corner before the light changes, we can get ice cream'.... I'd hate to think of my childhood stripped of things like that.

*shrug* I guess I just don't get what's more fun about being tricked into believing something that isn't true. If it's about whimsy and pretend, a kid can get just as much enjoyment out of it knowing that they're pretending, and without the added stress and cognitive dissonance that can arise. (Speaking from my own childhood, I had erroneously convinced myself that if I stopped believing in Santa, I wouldn't get presents anymore, so I ended up trying to force myself to believe even though it no longer made sense. I could've done without that.)

It's a pity it was such a downer for you.

I got enjoyment both out of believing in Santa, and then realizing it wasn't true and keeping it up for my little sister. The pretend is fun either way, as long as there's at least one person in the house you're pretending for.

I was certainly not traumatized by realizing Santa wasn't real; I got the impression that it was just a Thing that adults told kids and my parents weren't doing anything out of the ordinary. I never felt betrayed, lied to, or otherwise upset. *shrug*

It's not pretending if the kid doesn't know it's pretending. Otherwise it's a lie. Which whatever, some people lie to their kids for fun or protection. There isn't necessarily anything wrong with it, I just don't understand why people get so angry about people choosing not to lie in that manner.

...somebody's angry about it?

Me, i'm baffled, because you say 'lie' like i told my daughter if she spun around three times and said 'abra cadabra!' she'd be immune to cars and could play in the street.

Dude, you are telling your child that an imaginary figure is real. It's fun but c'mon, it's a lie.

...so? When i tell my daughter that the song she's playing at me is 'cool' that's a lie, too - i can only take so many heartfelt, emo boys singing heartfelt (and poorly worded) emo ballads.

But it makes her happy to share her music and so why would i say otherwise? I like some of her music, i don't like some of her music, but when she's really excited about something, i'm not gonna harsh her bliss by dumping all over it.

This is kind of where I'm coming from too.

same

It's only lying if you specifically say 'Santa is real', though. Which I don't think my parents ever really did. We went through the whole thing of leaving cookies and milk and writing letters and going to see mall Santa's and stuff on occasion... But like the Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy, it was all just one big game, y'know? That as I got older I just naturally sort of realized wasn't real more and more, but still thought was a lot of fun.

I dunno, I guess I just can't understand people who think their parents were lying when they played at Santa and stuff with them.

(I actually had the same experience with God, actually. I used to go to Sunday School and pray on occasion and stuff, but then I kind just fell out of belief the same way I did with Santa. The Bible and stuff was just another set of stories like any fantasy book I read.)

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