Santa is absolutely real in our house until DS figures it out on his own (or someone blows it for him). As a Jew, growing up, I always wondered if he was real, too. A babysitter of mine got me "Yes, Virginia, There Is a Santa Claus;" she didn't know we were Jewish. And I loved that book, and I didn't really understand that Santa was maybe not real. As I got a little older and I saw he wasn't, my parents, said, ok, look, you're right, there is no Santa, but you cannot ever tell anyone that if they believe he's real, cuz you'll ruin it for them. And so that's what we intend to do. He's real, but when DS figures it out, he is to keep the secret.
I'm actually worried that one of DS's friends who is not a nice little girl (that's another story) may say something this year.
The Reindeer are also a big hairy deal around here, too :-)
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