When my mom was a little girl, her dad was REALLY big on Santa Claus. One year when she was in 3rd grade (so 8 or 9 years old!) a discussion came up on the playground at school about how Santa wasn’t real, and my mom defended Santa, telling off all the other kids and saying how her dad says he’s real and he would never lie to her. When she got home, she asked about it and her parents, assuming she was old enough to hear the truth, told her the reality. To say the least, she was crushed and humiliated, not only because her parents had been lying to her all these years and that the whole meaning of Christmas (to her at least) was all fake, but that she had made a fool of herself in front of all the other kids. So growing up, my family never played the whole Santa thing.
For us, as a compromise with Hunter’s paternal Grandma (who is really big on Santa) we talk about Santa and say how he’s a fun thing to pretend, and also talk about who Santa was (St. Nicholas). This year Hunter has learned about him a lot, like when he lived (A.D. 300’s) and how he was a dedicated Christian (he was actually imprisoned once for his refusal to deny the name of Christ) and how he was known for his generosity (like with the story of the dowry down the chimney). With these things in mind, he learned why St. Nicholas has become a symbol of generosity and giving and why gift-giving and laying out stockings and such are a fun way to pretend and remind us of the generosity and Christ-like love this man showed. However we do tend to capitalize on the fact that the main reason why we give gifts is in remembrance of what God did for us, giving us the greatest gift of all, his only begotten son. That’s our main focus during this season, Santa is just a little extra on the side.
So, he knows that Santa is not “real” (i.e. that he does not literally fly in a sled and does not literally put gifts in our living room) but at the same time, he’s not going to go around telling little kids (or his Grandma) that Santa is a phony. To him, Santa is a fun game we play to remind us of a good man who lived long ago. When someone asks him about Santa he will simply think they’re in on the game. We don’t focus on Santa much because I would rather be concentrating on the true reason for the season, but at least his Grandma is happy and he’s having a little fun playing a game and learning some history in the meantime.
I have a hard time justifying flat-out lying to him, that is, if my child ever asked me “Is Santa real?” (as Hunter did a few months ago) telling him “Sure he is!” Some people even keep telling their kids this even after they’re old enough to ask such questions as “How does he get to all the children in the world in one night?” or “How does he live in the North Pole if it’s so cold?” or “How does he get into houses that don’t have chimneys?” I think that playing Santa is one thing, but to continue creating a bigger and bigger lie as the children grow older and inquire about it can be, to say the least, damaging once they figure out what has been going on the whole time. I strongly believe that parents should never lie to their kids, even if it’s “just for fun” - the children often don’t view it as fun, and it can destroy their confidence. But of course, each parent has to decide for themselves how they will or will not celebrate this tradition, we should just be sure we’re deciding for ourselves rather than simply doing something because it’s the way it’s always been done.