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I am an only child, and I believed in Santa fervently to about the age of... 8, 9? Can't remember now, might have been earlier. I argued with those punks at school, offered them proof that Santa was real, left milk and cookies (carrots for reindeer), fell asleep waiting by the tree (dad was a trooper and carried me in each time).
I don't regret believing in Santa one bit... when the time came, I finally gave up my belief, but it wasn't a hugely traumatic thing. Just part of growing up in America (remember this is a hugely cultural thing, not everyone does it!). Not sure if I would do it with my own kids, but I don't see much harm either way. It's kind of tough to avoid perpetuating the myth when you raise them in this country, at least. What's better, teaching cynicism or appreciation? I don't know. Maybe they aren't mutually exclusive..
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And think not you can direct the course of Love;
for Love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
--Khalil Gibran
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