The day Santa died

Today, just as we prepare for an Easter break, I heard my youngest daughter arguing with her older sister, and then the younger came running to me.

Dad, does the Easter Bunny and Santa exist?

As a parent, or anyone speaking to a child, you don’t want to take away their dreams or hopes. At the same time, it’s a rough world, so you see it as your responsibility to teach them as much as possible about how the world works so they both know more but also, to be honest, avoid the risk of them being ridiculed for not knowing something.

So should I leave it be and then she’ll eventually find out? Or should I tell her the truth, with the risk of making her sad? I do believe in honesty but at the same time I don’t want to be cynical.

I thought a bit about it, what to say and how to approach the situation. After some thinking, I decided to ask her what she thought:

What do you think? Do you believe they exist?

Yes. Or… I think so.

Have you ever seen any of them in real life?

Well… We had a bunny at the kindergarten once. Who wore shoes. And then you were Santa once, daddy.

Right. So do you believe they exist?

Hmm… No, not really, I guess.
sounding more like she wished they existed, than actually thinking they do

And then she bounced off, having learned another lesson abut life.

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