In the past few years, my older three (Now, ages, 12, 10,9) had been asking more and more about Santa, Easter Bunny, leprechauns, etc. I always would respond with, "Well, what do YOU think?" That would usually deflect the conversation to them and I could gauge whether or not I thought the knew. I would have kept going until they were in college.....
Last St Patty's Day, my (then) 11 year old was asking about the leprechauns that come to our house every St Pats Day. He kept asking and poking around, so I told him I was the leprechauns. The reason I did it, was because I was the oldest child in my family-my sibs and I were spread out quite a bit, my youngest brother being 12 years younger. I remember my mom and I setting out the Santa stuff for him. I loved it. I had a blast, helping my mom be Santa. I thought that my own son and I could share that kind of memory. He confirmed that he had not quite "believed" for awhile, but didn't want to hurt my feelings, by telling me he knew. HOWEVER, after I went to bed, I started BAWLING!! I realized it was over. No more Santa, Easter Bunny, nothing. I could never get it back. An entire phase of that childhood was wiped out in one, small comment. I mourned the little boy he used to be, and how much fun we had with all the Santa stuff. It was a very long night for me. Now, granted, I have 3 more kids, so it's not like I would never again play Santa/Easter bunny. But, he was my first baby....
So, just a week ago, my son helped me turn over furniture, color the milk green and sprinkle shamrocks around the kitchen. It was fun, in it's own way. I now have two kids who don't believe, one who probably doesn't, but hasn't let on yet, and a toddler, who will have many older siblings*ahem* I mean Santas and leprechauns come during the holidays. I guess I think that real life comes so darn fast. Kids are growing up earlier and earlier. I think that true, excited,awe-inspiring fanstasy that kids have at the notion of Santa and the others is so genuine and fun. I wanted to keep it for as long as I could. I knew they wouldn't graduate high school still believing in the Easter Bunny and that their friends were planting seeds in their little heads.
What's done is done. You can still make Easter special. He can still wake up to an easter basket and hunt for eggs. Heck, you could even hide the easter basket. That's what my mom did for us, once we knew. She would get pretty sneaky about it as we got older ..LOL! It will be a good Easter, no matter what.