From the time they were born, we told our children that at Christmas time, we pretend there’s a Santa Claus.
We pretend he lives at the North Pole and has reindeer and Rudolph and makes toys and flies out on Christmas Eve to deliver toys and he eats the milk and cookies we leave out for him.
It’s fun to pretend, isn’t it?!
This explanation satisfied them as to why there were so many different Santa Clauses, including black and yellow Santa Clauses–they’re all pretending, just like we pretend! It’s as much fun for them to pretend as it is for us!
Our two daughters were fine with pretending. They weren’t left out of childhood Christmas traditions, but they didn’t have that depresing revelation that Santa’s a fake. They knew it all along, but they still had an awesome good time pretending he’s real.
When they were still fairly young, we all (mom and dad, too) learned about the real St. Nicholas (we were evangelical Protestants) from a wonderful Protestant book called Santa, Are You For Real? by Harold Myra. This book gives a great explanation for Santa by describing St. Nicholas.
From that point on, it was even more fun to pretend, because we knew the history and origin of Santa Claus and we enjoyed honoring NIcholas’s memory by pretending.
Perhaps that book was one more thing that helped us as as Protestants to have no prejudices against Catholic Christians; we considered them Christians. In fact, we admired them for their knowledge of people like St. Nicholas.
One thing we did that was so much fun is celebrate Epiphany, yes, even though we were Protestants. It was fun to get shoes full of gifts two weeks after Christmas. (Cheaper for the parents, too!).
BTW, my older daughter grew up and became a theater professional, so “pretending” is now her bread and butter! So I don’t think we hurt their childhood by letting them in on the secret of Santa from the very beginning.