I remember my eldest when she was 3 saying when I asked her what she wanted from santa saying, " I'd like the little clown I've seen in the chemist." Baffled was I. So, off we trotted to the chemist and she pointed out one of those little porcelain poirot clowns. A real cutey 6" tall costing all of £1.50 (20 years ago). S I said to her I'm sure santa would give her that, but wouldn't she like something bigger? "no" came the reply, "I'll get a big present off you and dad, I just want to make sure Santa can give his bigger presents to kids who don't get much". So santas letter had to be written with clear instructions as to where he could get the tiny clown doll!
I always had a policy that Santa never brought the main present like the bike etc.
Santa worked for me. Kids realised that when they sleep, night time passes dead quickly. So it was the one night of the year I never had any problems getting them off to bed a little earlier.
Then the girls brother had come along. The girls called me into their bedroom on the lead up to Christmas (I was a single mum again by now). They said that they knew there wasn't a father christmas, but didn't want to spoil it for me because they knew how much I enjoyed playing 'mummy christmas'. So they had come up with an idea that because my eldest had just gone to secondary school, I could tell their brother that Santa didn't come to big kids. And seeing as the main present always came from me my youngest daughter said her brother wouldn't notice that she only got something silly like a chocolate orange! I was so proud and touched by my girls I was in floods. That set the girls off because they thought they had spoilt my fun at playing 'mummy christmas'!
Nothing to do with Santa, but when my girls were 4 & 3 they had been promised bikes as their christmas presents. The month before Christmas we found ourselves living back with my mum in Anglesey (from Aberdeen). I was reading them their bedtime story, and they interupted me by saying that I didn't have to worry about getting them their bikes for christmas because they knew I had no money coming in because we had just 'escaped' from Scotland......they would have them for their birthdays the following year once I'd got a job! Did that ever make me more determined that they got their bikes??!! You betcha!
I don't think santa is right or wrong, it's how you set out to handle it with your kids that counts.