Is this the year for the big reveal – that Santa is just a big fat lie? My daughter Liberty, seven, came home from school yesterday, and said: “Mummy, is Father Christmas real? A boy in my class says he isn’t.” I was speechless – and didn't know what to say. I stared at the floor – not wanting to catch her gaze.
The big festive lie doesn’t sit well with me, as I don’t want to be blatantly dishonest. Lying to my children about Santa – and the Elf on the Shelf, too – feels like a form of bad parenting that could dismantle well-earned trust. And, frankly, I don’t know how to handle the situation.
