When I was five and standing next to the bushes that separated our front yard from the neighbors, the neighbor kid from up the street told me about Santa being a fraud. My world got slow and introspective all of a sudden. I was really shocked at this accusation. I needed to find out the truth in the matter. I had to ask my Mom about it and it was confirmed that it was a lie. When I asked why parents tell their kids lies about Santa, my Mom gave some lame excuse that she still sticks to today. This truth (along with other abuses, of course) shattered my trust in authority because I thought my parents would never lie to me. I began realizing that things were terribly wrong in the world and have been trying to problem solve this dilemma ever since. I have since resolved to tell the truth no matter whose feelings get crushed because lies do irreparable damage to our trustworthiness. It is written that mercy and truth will bring you favor with both God and man. I believe this. No matter how hard the truth hurts, compassion and talking things through will help people learn to trust again. Lying and telling fairy tales to kids just makes the fantasy/reality issue even more confusing for people. Santa is a stupid lie. Don't lie to your children! And now I am learning to trust again. Truth telling people are my friends.