Way back when my kids were babies, my DH and I argued about whether or not we (in his words) should "perpetuate" the story about Santa. That truly was the first, and last, major disagreement we ever had where raising our kids were concerned. I couldn't imagine the idea of Christmas without Santa Claus -- all the magic, and the wonder -- well, we compromised and agreed that we would choose our words carefully and go with Santa. We also agreed that when the time came, and if asked directly, we would not lie.
Sadly, that day came wayyyyyyyyyyy too soon. My DD, then 6 1/2, came home crying, saying that her "friend" told her there was no Santa Claus, but that she had insisted that there was, because "my mom told me so, and my mom NEVER lies". Then she asked the dreaded question -- and I gently told her the truth...that if she's talking about a jolly old man in a red suit that comes down chimneys, no -- but the spirit of love and generosity and giving, absolutely! Little did I know that my 5 1/2 year old DD was around the corner, listening. Out she came, eyes as big as saucers and asked -- "What about the Tooth Fairy? The Easter Bunny?" Sadly, I had crushed the magic held by the two most precious things in my life in one fell swoop. And I was kicking myself for not listening to my husband years ago.
Fast forward to today -- those precious babies are now 14 and 13 year-old teens, and they still put out their stockings every Christmas Eve and still leave cookies and Coke for Santa -- there's no doubt in their mind, but why leave the magic behind?
Moral of this long, long story? Put out those cookies and milk -- let them enjoy the magic as long as they want to -- Children grow up way too fast already!!!