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Wow. You are NEVER dishonest with your kids? That must be brutal. I have to admit that I have gleefully participated in the "absolutely horrible" tradition of giving my kids a truly magical Christmas, Santa and all. That's right, I lie to my kids. When my daughter draws an unrecognizable picture for me, I tell her it's beautiful. When my son's 1st grade pictures turned out, - well, big goofy permanant teeth, a cow-lick, and one side of his collar sticking up do not a good picture make - I told him he looked quite handsome. When my daughter plays "beauty shop" and does my hair in a Bride of Framkenstein style, I tell her I look like a million bucks. We also leave out cookies and milk for Santa, and when they run down the stairs to see only crumbs and a special note from the big guy himself, their eyes wide and their giggles heard all over the house, I don't feel the least bit guilty. When the time comes for them to know the truth, I will not "rip it away", but tell them the...
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