Joel Stein Large

Yeah, lying to your kids is brilliant

I’m a Jew. I shouldn’t have to put up with this. We’ve put up with enough.

I don’t know what parent thought, “Won’t kids like Tinkertoys more if Santa gives it to them instead of me?” But that person was an idiot. An idiot with great marketing skills, but an idiot nonetheless.

I’ve watched my son open presents. He cares what it is. He does not care who gave it to him. If I told him the Thomas the Train set was from Pol Pot, he’d still love it just as much.

And, yes, I’ve told my two-year old about Pol Pot. But not Santa.

Santa confuses kids who are trying to figure out how the world works. “Birds can fly. And reindeer too. Got it, Dad!”

Why does a fun story need to be sold as real to please a kid? Our son doesn’t think the Cat in the Hat is real. he knows Frosty the Snowman isn’t real. But he likes those guys. Because he’s not an idiot who it’s super-fun to lie to.

I want my kid to trust me.

And to know I bought him those presents.

The problem, of course, is the rest of you. I don’t want my son making your kids cry from exposure to the truth. I’m not an anti-Santa evangelist. And I don’t want him being a freak in his social circle. So if he asks about Santa, I’ll tell him the story and imply that it’s true.

But it makes me want to move to Israel.