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I overheard a proud Parent in the cafeteria talking about how she and her husband put on a whole production to fool the child into hearing Santa coming to their house. Her husband was outside with sleigh-like bells. The child of course believed all of it, and even thinks he saw santa’s silhouette outside of his window. The child was filled with wonder and amazement.

Part of me thinks it is cute. However, I remember feeling rather bummed that Santa wasn’t real when I finally became old enough. I felt badly for my parents, for I made them cookies, etc., and they weren’t always in the mood to eat them. And hell, I wasn’t the best of cooks then, anyway.

In retrospect, I don’t think I would have wanted to be mislead into believing that entities like the tooth fairy existed, or Santa Claus. Yeah, I’m being a bit of a party pooper, but finding out the truth later on detracts from memories. Now you experience something once, but memories last until you get Alzheimer’s.

What do you folks think?

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I always have looked at it as a rite of passage. Figuring out santa isn't real was a gradual process for me, and once I figured it out, it was like I had grown up a little. But my folks never went out of their way to reinforce the myth beyond the cookies and milk thing.