Welp what do I do now
What my parents did was sit me down and tell me that now that I was old enough not to believe in Santa anymore, it was my turn to be ‘Santa’ for all the little kids that still believed in him.
We did that, but Margot is too young to get it, it seems like.
When my little sister stopped believing in Santa she was read a page from the “Book of Threats” that, so help them God, if she ruined it for her brother (who is older, but very autistic) that she would have to deal with his meltdowns over that information. It was very effective. Maybe try something similar? Maybe a little more nicely worded, maybe not, whatever you need to do.
I have a twin brother, who found out years before I did from a book he read. seriously they should have a warning label for that. he however derided I would be crushed if I found out, so he played along for years.
When my niece learned the “truth” her mom reminded her that real or not Santa has brought her gifts every year and that it would be mighty “convenient” for her to keep on believing in Santa for the sake of her little sister. Even at that age she got the drift.
My mom was much the same way. My brothers spent one year telling us, their little sisters, that there was no Santa, despite my mom’s warnings… and got coal in their stockings. Literally. They were not allowed any presents until they’d apologized and promised not to do it again.
“Okay, Mom, we promise to never tell the truth again.”
“Good! … Hey, wait a minute!”
That wouldn’t have gotten them any presents, and they knew it.
Oh boy. I do not envy you.
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