When I was of an age to believe in Santa Claus, I found it quite easy to believe in something just because I wanted to believe in it. I knew my parents wanted me to believe in Santa, so I did that. I ended up believing in Santa longer than they intended and they finally had to tell me he wasn’t real when I was 9. It didn’t upset me particularly, but I didn’t like the idea of lying to my brothers. My parents had a solution: I would help be Santa for them, which would result in them getting better Christmas presents, because I knew exactly what they wanted. This worked out great for the rest of the time that they believed.
When I was of an age to believe in Santa Claus, I found it quite easy to believe in something just because I wanted to believe in it. I knew my parents wanted me to believe in Santa, so I did that. I ended up believing in Santa longer than they intended and they finally had to tell me he wasn’t real when I was 9. It didn’t upset me particularly, but I didn’t like the idea of lying to my brothers. My parents had a solution: I would help be Santa for them, which would result in them getting better Christmas presents, because I knew exactly what they wanted. This worked out great for the rest of the time that they believed.