I'm gonna tell my Son that Santa is real, and as for now, he believes in Santa. From all the stories I've been reading to him lately (Xmas stories) and from the photos or decorations of Santa, Tristan can immeantaly point out and shout, "That's Santa!" He understands what Santa is and what he do. He knows that Santa is a man that lives in North Pole with his raindeers and elves, and the tracks of kids who's bad and who's good, and that he brings gifts to kids on Xmas eve for those that have been good.
I didn't find out about the truth about Santa until I was like elven or so, While I was peaking through the stairs rail to try to catch Santa...instead I caught my mom putting gifts in the socking and under the tree. Imagine my shock, and I have confronted my mom right there, asking her did she lie to me about Santa. She told me the truth, that Santa doesn't fly or anything but there was a man called St. Nickolas that almost did the same thing as Santa would've done. And there's spirit in every parents of Santa as they give gifts to the kids, giving them the magical time of believing Santa until they no longer believe in it.
Ever since I caught my mom, They still do gifts under the tree and stockings from "Santa" because they still want to do the spirit and I always smile at the sight, them working into effort. I'm gonna do the same for my son, once he asks me or confronts me about Santa, I'm gonna tell him the truth and the story of St. Nickolas but I will still continue on being "Santa" like my parents did until I moved out.
Really, it's like a tradition that every generation been passing down ever since like long long time ago! I'm not gonna stop that.