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And that, there is the answer. Our kids knew but by admitting it they knew they wouldn’t get any extra presents. They’re not stupid.
Anyway, we still put out a stocking for them every year. And every year, on Christmas morning, the stockings are miraculously full of tat.
Daughter who is just 7 was about to stop believing, but then the tooth fairy arrived (first tooth at 7, anyone would think she ever fucking cleaned them properly), so now her faith is restored.
Son is almost 12 and was recently caught trying to stick his Xmas list up the chimney for Father Xmas. It’s almost embarrassing tbh.
I recall my Mum & Dad let us speak to Santa on the phone & tell him the things we wanted (presumaby one of their friends) which probably prolonged the mystery for a year or two.
I’m looking forward to testing my ‘Legion of Santas’ theory in the years to come. I’m going to tell the boy that of course, it’s impossible for there to be one man who delivers presents to the whole world in one night.
But not impossible for a secret society of them.
Effectively, your shopping centre efforts are low level initiates. They go through the motions in the hope of being noticed and making their way further up the chain. There a telegenic santas for film and TV work and a senior inner circle led by a leader- let’s call him Santa Prime- who operate out of a secret polar HQ. Come the big night, a literal army of red suited fanatics at the helm of genetically modified reindeers set to work.
Provided you do some reading from the tinfoil section of the internet to get the details right, it’s pretty much bulletproof. It could even explain Krampus as a sort of ‘inner circle member gone rogue’ thing. At the trivial cost of my son’s mental stability, I’ve got this licked.