To answer my own question, I personally figured out that the whole Santa story was a lie around the age of six or so, but I continued to believe in belief, that it was right or appropriate that young children be encouraged to believe in Santa Claus. I never confronted my parents about it, but we held an “I know you know I know” understanding, and I continued to prop up my younger sister’s belief for years afterward. It wasn’t until years later, after my sister had stopped believing, that I started to wonder why adults would want children to believe in Santa Claus, and whether their reasons for it were actually good.
I don’t think it ever really encouraged me to question adults’ motives so much as learning to question adults motives led me to question it. I was a bit surprised when I started to learn how traumatic the discovery can be for children, since my own realization never seemed like a big deal to me.
that I started to wonder why adults would want children to believe in Santa Claus, and whether their reasons for it were actually good.
I think that lots of people have a kind of compulsion to lie to anyone they care about who is credulous, particularly children, about things that don’t matter very much. I assume it’s adaptive behaviour, to try to toughen up their reasoning skills on matters that aren’t so important—to teach them that they can’t rely on even good people to tell them stuff that is true.
To answer my own question, I personally figured out that the whole Santa story was a lie around the age of six or so, but I continued to believe in belief, that it was right or appropriate that young children be encouraged to believe in Santa Claus. I never confronted my parents about it, but we held an “I know you know I know” understanding, and I continued to prop up my younger sister’s belief for years afterward. It wasn’t until years later, after my sister had stopped believing, that I started to wonder why adults would want children to believe in Santa Claus, and whether their reasons for it were actually good.
I don’t think it ever really encouraged me to question adults’ motives so much as learning to question adults motives led me to question it. I was a bit surprised when I started to learn how traumatic the discovery can be for children, since my own realization never seemed like a big deal to me.
I think that lots of people have a kind of compulsion to lie to anyone they care about who is credulous, particularly children, about things that don’t matter very much. I assume it’s adaptive behaviour, to try to toughen up their reasoning skills on matters that aren’t so important—to teach them that they can’t rely on even good people to tell them stuff that is true.
They’re just so cute when they believe nonsense!!!
(Why they’re cute may be given by Nancy below.)