I was 6 yrs old when I stopped believing, and that was because my older brother killed it for me.
My husband and I have repeatedly told my daughter that there is no Santa, but because of society's insistance that there is, she won't believe us. However, I just continue to tell her that mommy and daddy provide the gifts under the tree. She even told me, that we buy the gifts, but Santa gives us the money back. I don't know.
For me, the excitement of Christmas never was in SANTA, but in the whole season. The togetherness of family, going to Midnight Mass, trying to stay up all night with my brother, opening gifts, that was exciting, Santa was just some old white man.
I do feel you on that kids knowing their presents, though. I got up WAY early the day after Thanskgiving, and went to Toys R Us, there were almost as many kids in there as there were adults. NOW THAT TAKES AWAY FROM THE EXCITEMENT.
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