We don't really get into the santa thing around here. My first-born was a total realist, and he was easily contented with the idea that Jolly Ole St. Nick lived a generous life a few centuries ago and presents typically come from family.
Totally fine by me. It is quite enough to be trying to celebrate Jesus' birthday to keep us festive around here. But this year we did in some sheer, non-sensical, total make-believe, and everyone's enjoying it (for different reasons).
Nana saw some pics of this whole Elf on the Shelf thing, and we decided to give it a whirl. I took my realist for a bike ride and reminded him that pretending is fun, and that we were going to be doing something for the littles, and could he please just play along?
He enjoyed being in on the secret. I mean, how grown up is that? He gives me ideas, and plays along, even running to alert his siblings when Henry (our elf) has gotten into mischief.