I thought our most recent trip a few weeks wouldn't be as magical for him now that he "knew" - but I was very, very wrong.
I didn't grow up with Santa etc, and I was terrified of Disney characters, so there was no chance DS was going to be brought up with the myths as anything but fun myths/stories (I do put Santa presents out, but they are in MY writing, so....). Of course, at 4 (I think) he told me I was wrong about Santa and believed for the whole year. After the year was up, he stopped. He's a funny kid.
DH loves characters and so he introduced them to DS (I'm the photographer...I don't like being in pictures with them), and even though he wasn't told they were real and even after he felt a zipper on Mickey, he still loved meeting them.
My parents were the kind to come clean with me, though, and I think it helped build my trust in them knowing that I could ask and they'd just tell me the truth (they even broached the topic a few times, like that time I thought the robotic dinosaurs at the museum were real and was deeply confused about when/if dinosaurs had gone extinct as a result). Then again I was terrified of everything as a child, so it was probably part of a general effort to help me deal with that.
Same type of mom. Same reason of being terrified.
Single mom, abusive dad elsewhere...the idea of a stranger male coming into our house in the middle of the night? Oh so NOT happening in my household... I really appreciate how my mom handled it all.
You still get to play the pretend game, ....something both of you are playing together.
Yes. My mom had myths. Presents that showed up mysteriously. Candy in baskets when she hadn't been shopping without us. Again, single mom, broke, tiny tiny house (800 sq ft)...but she MADE those occasions and I still don't know how. We didn't even have a trunk in our car! We had a proper Pinto station wagon...no trunk to hide things in! And how on earth did she afford a trip to
Disneyland?
That was all the true magic.
I feel bad for my half-brothers and sister, who were forced by their mom to "believe" or they wouldn't get presents. They got more presents probably (when DS arrived she sent a needlepoint stocking for him that was 3 times the size of the stockings I grew up with), but not the amazement that I had for my mom, from how she did the holidays and knew who we were.
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