Spoiler Alert: What my son taught me about the truth of Father Christmas

canstockphoto5027843When my son Graham was 7 years old, I told him the truth about Father Christmas.

He was just about to start junior school in September, and I didn’t want him to look a fool in front of the older kids who were certain to disillusion him that year, anyway.

Graham said I was mean and cruel, and I’d ruined the magic of Christmas for him forever.

And maybe I had. I wished I hadn’t done it – or at least not that year. He wasn’t ready to learn the truth. He’d enjoyed believing in a wonderful magic person who brought lovely presents secretly in the night – who wouldn’t want that to be true? Couldn’t I have left him in his happy delusion a bit longer?

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