In Oxford, a santa was sacked from his job in a grotto recently because he told 3 happy children about the horrible US school massacre. Not only that, the santa also told the kids that he was not real.
The siblings (aged 10, 7, 6) bursted into tears. They now know the horrible truth that santa is not real, and perhaps it means that their innocence is lost forever, due to the big mouth of this santa who hasn’t read his job description well. Their parents were furious. The santa was sacked. Luckily the parents got their refund from the garden centre. (£5.99 for each child to see a Santa in a grotto. Inflation, you see? It used to be £2.)
It often amazes me that in the West, there is such a tradition of lying to small children about the existence of santa. I also lied to my son too about the santa until he asked me to stop it about 2 years ago. He still wants presents, of course, but now he thinks the story of santa is a bit embarrassing.
It’s interesting to see how a child blossoms as he starts unraveling your lies. He laughs at your seriousness about the tooth fairy, fairy at the bottom of the garden, the Easter bunny and your lame joke about the santa.
Some people think it’s stupid or even immoral to lie to kids. I feel however that these silly lies (or stories that we make up) are harmless. I don’t think children will be scarred for life once they’ve found out the truth. The most wonderful thing is that these silly lies/stories/myths bring a sense of longing to the kids and bring them hope, dream and imaginations.