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I remember finding one of my Christmas letters to Santa on top of the fridge (I loved climbing around in the kitchen) I knew it was something I shouldn't have seen, and I put it back where I had gotten it, and never told my parents. I stopped believing at that point, but didn't tell anyone, in case they still believed. Now that I think about it, that was weird behavior for a kid. So my parents never sat me down and explained things to me, and I don't know if I would've liked it better if they had.
I don't know what I'll tell my kids, should I ever have any. Because I'm very good at lying, but I hate that I am, and I hate pretending things as well. But I do think I'll tell them fairy tales; although I'll tell them as what they are, stories, not things that happened to real people. Stories are something I love. I think I'll be more along the lines of the whole Christmas Spirit thing, and tell the story of the original St Nicholas.
EDIT: heh, and maybe the previous poster is right. They're kids, and they like fun. Maybe I should lighten up.
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