After reading this article, I am wondering ... should I always be honest to my child and never start telling him about Santa, the FSM and the Easter Bunny, witches and gnomes, fairies and the goblin in the washing machine that eats up single socks?
Remembering my childhood, I simply liked this magic stuff, and I liked to believe in it even though I knew it wasn't really for real. I continued talking to my teddy for comfort even when I was old enough to know he was only a stuffed animal.I loved to play, imagining myself sitting in a rocket on the way to the moon. It didn't matter that at age 9 I already knew it was only an old wooden bench and that a salad bowl ontop of my head would be of no use outside of our planets atmosphere. It was play.
I think this is basically, what Santa etc is as well: play! Why not play "pretend" with your kids?!
Should I really keep my child from experiencing his childhood as a miracolous thing where anything was possible? Isn't a bit of wonder and adventure needed when growing up, to have creativity go free and to keep wondering throughout life? Isn't science full of magic and wonders too, because it is so amazing and so very detailed and complex that no human being has the mental capacity to grasp it in its fullest (not implying any Gods here)?
I am afraid draining a childhood of all mysteries will create a resignated, dull, pessimistic adult, who is not really interesed in anything much. Who won't be able anymore to close his eyes and have himself wander amongst hobbits when listening to Tolkien audio plays, who doesn't see a point to read fables to his kids or just roll around the floor tickeling them and laughing his ass off.