All year long I tell my son that lying is bad. Not just bad but the worst. And then every December my wife and I lie to him all month long. We do it for him, to preserve his fleeting belief in magic for as long as we can.
I am of the mind that parenting, when done correctly, involves delicately hopping over the line between imaginative play and outright deception. But man, does this time of year challenge even me. I'm not saying parents shouldn't indulge in the Yuletide traditions, old and new. But at this point, I'm not sure about how to handle the Santa thing once the hard questions come.