Once our oldest was around 8 or 9 or even 10 (cannot remember exactly, but I was amazed at how long he believed or was not sure and didn't want to be told the truth).
I do remember when he first asked, we asked him "do you believe he is real?" and he did, so we waited until after that Christmas. Kids at school had started questioning and talking but most kids still believed.
I was worred he would be teased if we left it too long, but I honestly think that there must have been quite a number of kids in his class in the same "is it real, or isn't it real" camp. He certainly knew by age 12 and probably the year or two before that, but it is a bit hazy the old memory, especially having had three go through it, it all gets a bit fuzzy.
Probably the next year we told him, but he was very happy to keep the "lie" going because his next brother was three years younger, and then another four years to the youngest. They each enjoyed seeing the delight and amazement and made up all sorts of stories about how Santa got into the house.
By the time the youngest was about seven or so, the oldest was 14 and by then the sibling rivalry and fights were in full swing, and the only way the older two kept quiet for the youngest was that we told them if they spoiled it for him, there would be no Santa gifts for them either.
We used to give the more expensive gifts from Santa, until we wised up and realised Santa was getting all the kudos, (and they probably thought we were tight ar$es), so we switched it and Santa became the tight one . (Once time gets on, you need all the brownie points you can get.... sorry Santa .)
And I agree about my husband's mother. Lovely though she is, I never know what is real or not.
I do remember when he first asked, we asked him "do you believe he is real?" and he did, so we waited until after that Christmas. Kids at school had started questioning and talking but most kids still believed.
I was worred he would be teased if we left it too long, but I honestly think that there must have been quite a number of kids in his class in the same "is it real, or isn't it real" camp. He certainly knew by age 12 and probably the year or two before that, but it is a bit hazy the old memory, especially having had three go through it, it all gets a bit fuzzy.
Probably the next year we told him, but he was very happy to keep the "lie" going because his next brother was three years younger, and then another four years to the youngest. They each enjoyed seeing the delight and amazement and made up all sorts of stories about how Santa got into the house.
By the time the youngest was about seven or so, the oldest was 14 and by then the sibling rivalry and fights were in full swing, and the only way the older two kept quiet for the youngest was that we told them if they spoiled it for him, there would be no Santa gifts for them either.
We used to give the more expensive gifts from Santa, until we wised up and realised Santa was getting all the kudos, (and they probably thought we were tight ar$es), so we switched it and Santa became the tight one . (Once time gets on, you need all the brownie points you can get.... sorry Santa .)
And I agree about my husband's mother. Lovely though she is, I never know what is real or not.