My parents handled this situation very easily by telling us there was no Santa Claus. I remember my dad saying, "Santa's just a cartoon character like Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck." We would get gifts for X-mas but we knew where they came from and it wasn't some jolly man dressed in red and dropping into a house with no chimney. My parents had their own list of "naughty and nice" and could explain exactly why you didn't get what you wanted for X-mas in great detail. Everyone would get something, but not everyone would get what they wanted.
What the hell! I saw Santa Claus, he walked across the front yard and got into a car. Now you tell me that was not him, WTF. Actually I always knew there was no SC cause when I asked my mom she told me it was just a story. My Mom was great, she never lied to us. This allowed us to trust her, she was great. She passed about ten years ago
Santa only filled the stockings when my kids were young. I told them all along that it was all pretend, that he wasn't really real; but we acted as if he were real. We left out cookies and milk and one year he tore a piece of his suit going back up our chimney. I just wish I'd done the same thing about god . Except for the pretending he's real part, of course.
Good point. I think my daughter has one small gift from Santa for the kids, and the rest are from people. I believe she is cognizant that they can afford more than some people, so keep things within reason. They might do something special during the holidays, but it's more about experiences of lights and decorations for them.
My grandkids have a "believing attitude" toward Santa, but realize that it's an idea and image portrayed by several people, since everywhere they go they see a different Santa and they have their favorites.
Wow, that thing about reiterating naughty and nice to y'all doesn't sound very nice at all.
I didn't much think about it when my daughter was born, but there were always gifts from Santa as well as from me and other people. We always had guests Christmas morning and part of her job was distributing gifts to everyone. One year when she was about four she looked up from a gift card and said, "Mommy, Santa has the same writing you do" but she didn't make the leap from there.
I had a philosophy that I wouldn't lie if she asked, which she did about the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy. Christmas was last, most likely because she was afraid she might lose those gifts, but Santa never brought the lion's share of the gifts anyway, and never anything as luxurious as phones or game consoles. And we always focused on the giving as much as the receiving.
I'm not sure how long it will be before the Santa myth goes away, but I suspect it will be well beyond my lifetime.