Did anyone else feel deeply manipulated, deceived, &amp; betrayed by your parents after you found out that Santa wasn't real?

I was 7 years old. Kids at school told me he wasn't real. I was ready to fight them because what my mom said was the *gospel* truth. When I confronted my mom about it, and after what seemed like hours of prodding her to tell the truth, she finally said,  "he's real in spirit". I lost it. I wept &amp; wept. She had done so much to make me believe. A lie that lasted for like 5-6 years. It broke me. Over the years, she'd put out presents for me from him, take bites out of the cookies she had us leave out for him, we even had a calendar to count down his arrival every year. Just lies in top of lies.. For *years*

I vowed to never lie to my own children. 

When it's my turn to raise children, I will still encourage them to participate in the fun &amp; festivities of the season, and that Santa is part of that; all the while helping them understand the difference between fantasy &amp; reality. Like, when we played house &amp; cops &amp; robbers as kids, we knew we weren't actual homemakers, police officers, and criminals. It didn't take away from the fun or magic of it. They can enjoy Santa while knowing he's pretend. No deception required.