18.05.12
So I have dealt with the dubiousness twice before, and every time it has come in a different form and in a different way, but it has always been the same age. Stacia asked me when she was seven and I was putting her to bed at twilight. A child at school had made fun of her for believing. Two years later when he turned seven, Jonathan told me on Christmas Eve that he knew Santa wasn’t legitimate, but waited for conformation with the same face I was seeing in the rearview mirror from Michael and David. David seemed peculiarly troubled by what he might hear.
However, I have a strict Santa policy. I will not lie to my children. Once you are caught in a lie, no make a difference how sweet and innocent, you not only lose trust but give them permission to lie to you. And that is why I told Michael and David what I told my older kids, “Yes. Santa is actual.”
I tell my children about Saint Nicholas who lived in the country we now call Turkey. “Is that why we have turkey on Christmas?” Michael asked. I smiled. “I don’t remember so, but good question.” I continued with the story that Saint Nicholas was a basic man who gave toys to children to celebrate the birth of Christ. His personage spread through Europe and around the world. “What you feel every year that makes you well-timed, that brings people together and that inspires us to give to each other is the spirit of Saint Nick. They also call him Santa Claus, and that psyche is very real. How can anyone deny it? We see and feel it every year.
Source: Philadelphia Magazine (blog)