DH and I will probably do my family's version of Santa vs. his. His family tells the children that he is real, even if they ask, etc.
My family never pushes Santa being real. We *knew* that he was make believe all along. My mom said she didn't feel right lying to me. That being said we were allowed to get into the spirit of things and some of our gifts said From Santa, but it was all done very wink-wink, nudge-nudge.
It's sort of hard to explain, and I don't think I am making my point well. Basically, Santa to us was equivalent to Mickey Mouse. We enjoyed him, had some Santa ornaments, knew all the stories, sang the songs, etc, but we never for a second were led to believe that some fat guy in a red suit was really going to come in the middle of the night and leave presents.
To be honest, I think I may enjoy the Santa thing more than some because I don't have some horrible memory of finding out he wasn't real. We knew all along, so it allowed us to enjoy the myth of Santa without putting much stock into it.
Also, it gave my family the opportunity to teach us what "being Santa" meant (ie, giving to others, etc). We did a lot of charity type things for others who were less fortunate. We also spent a lot of time enjoying what Christmas meant to us as Christians.
My family never pushes Santa being real. We *knew* that he was make believe all along. My mom said she didn't feel right lying to me. That being said we were allowed to get into the spirit of things and some of our gifts said From Santa, but it was all done very wink-wink, nudge-nudge.
It's sort of hard to explain, and I don't think I am making my point well. Basically, Santa to us was equivalent to Mickey Mouse. We enjoyed him, had some Santa ornaments, knew all the stories, sang the songs, etc, but we never for a second were led to believe that some fat guy in a red suit was really going to come in the middle of the night and leave presents.
To be honest, I think I may enjoy the Santa thing more than some because I don't have some horrible memory of finding out he wasn't real. We knew all along, so it allowed us to enjoy the myth of Santa without putting much stock into it.
Also, it gave my family the opportunity to teach us what "being Santa" meant (ie, giving to others, etc). We did a lot of charity type things for others who were less fortunate. We also spent a lot of time enjoying what Christmas meant to us as Christians.








and I was good. So so good. I was really a practically perfect child because I thought if I could just be good enough and follow all the rules everyone would like me and I would be loved and santa was just one more person who I was not good enough for. It really sucked.
It is awkward. DS will be 20 months this Christmas and I am not sure how this will play out in the future. There is no opting out since this is the 1 time a year he gets to see some of these people. There are a lot of other kids there who believe so we can't really be vocal about it.