Many parents I’ve known can become quite exercised at the thought of their children possibly being exposed to the idea that Santa isn’t real. It’s hard to describe the look of terror in my husband’s brother in law’s face when I said something very minor and very offhand–and not in the hearing of his kids-- that might imply Santa didn’t actually exist, and his urgent request that I say nothing more along those lines, ever, in case his kids might possibly overhear. I think Santa/Father Christmas is a lovely idea, and a fine image to pretend about, play games about, and consider the sort of personification of Christmas gift giving. But that’s not pretend, when you feel you have to censor any reference to the possibility that it’s not real, when you actually fear that your kids might “find out.” In that kind of context, all the “pretend” things that should be fun play–leaving out cookies, etc–become measures to maintain the falsehood, not part of a game.
That story about the six year old who was “devastated” by a teacher who said Santa wasn’t real, and whose parents were distressed enough to actually take it to the papers, is the sort of thing I’m talking about. If it had all been a lovely pretend game, there would be no devastation or disappointment–why should there be? But it’s not pretend for such kids, it’s not presented as pretend, it’s not treated as pretend. I’m not trying to say that every fantasy has to be cited and backed up and whatnot, just that play and pretend should be treated as play and pretend. If I tell my daughter that the giant anteater she talks with every day isn’t real, she doesn’t get upset or disappointed. She either says, “No, of course not, Anty is just pretend.” Or else she says, “Silly Mom, of course he’s real, he’s drinking your tea right now.” Both acknowledge that it’s a game, and the game continues unharmed–five minutes after I declare him a figment and paidhi-girl agrees with me, Anty will be sitting in the dining room playing with My Little Ponies. This isn’t the reaction some parents become so anxious about when contemplating kids finding out Santa isn’t real. If it were just another case of pretend, why would there even be an article like the one linked to above on how to deal with your kids finding out/telling your kids? My kids (hell, the whole family) have a very active and intense fantasy/pretend dimension to their lives–but when it comes down to it, when they want to or need to, we can always draw the line between what’s real and what’s pretend. I don’t see that in some of the folks who tell their kids Santa is real. I do see a lot of anxiety that finding out will ruin things for them.
I agree that different households have different rules and choices, and different choices don’t mean anyone is a bad parent. And I seriously doubt anyone has actually been harmed by it. It’s not something that’s going to cause the sun to explode or anything. It’s more a question of a parent’s philosophy about certain things, and when I sat down to think it out, that’s the conclusion I came to.
As far as my kids keeping their mouths shut, I go back and forth on it. If I taught my kids that God didn’t exist, and some classmate said he did, should my kid pretend to agree so as not to rock the boat? Sure, the Santa thing isn’t anywhere near religion, but from the reaction of some (not all) parents, you’d think it was. Should I teach my kids to just agree in public with the majority view just to make everyone around them happy?
On the other hand, I have no desire to send my kids around lecturing their schoolmates about what they ought to believe at every opportunity. It came up for the first time this year, after school was out for the holidays, and I explained about St. Nicholas, and that some families liked to play a pretend game about Santa and it wouldn’t be nice to interfere with their pretend.
But for some families–the ones that would be most worried about my daughter “ruining it,” it’s not just pretend. Otherwise, no matter who heard what, it wouldn’t be ruined. It’s only ruined if it’s presented as something real and “finding out” means finding out it’s only pretend.