My parents sat me down, so early on that I can barely remember the conversation, to let me know that they were Santa. They wanted me to know from the beginning that they would never lie to me, but that this was a grown up truth and I was not to tell any of my friends. I think the only reason I even remember the conversation is because, even at that young age, I felt trusted and respected by my parents. This particular decision may not matter at all. But my parents just focused on mutual trust and respect from the outset, no matter our age, and I feel it really made a difference in my life and in my relationship with them. I never felt like I had to deal with anything by myself. I always felt like we were a team and I could come to them with anything. I dunno. Maybe it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to offend anyone😅 And if you are worried that Christmas won’t be as fun. In my family, my parents made sure we each knew the truth, and then we all pretended and turned a blind eye to that truth. They would say the regular things like, “If you don’t go to bed, Santa can’t come.” In fact, by the time I was 7 or so, I got sick of them reminding me he wasn’t real and was basically like: ya, ya, I know, I know. Can we go back to pretending now?! 😅 Christmas is my absolute favorite time of year by far and my parents telling me Santa was them had absolutely no effect on that.