Question For the Believing Parent

when a parent of a child experiences with an odd mixture of shame, humor & wonder, that very first lie which their children tells them, does this parent experience the same feeling that they themselves did when they found out that santa wasn’t real? like the slim difference between a hysterical laughing face & a hysterical crying face, that flipside reflection of being let down by reality, comes swinging in your direction, cornering you in the ring--- and do you believe in some kind of creator? as a parent who will lie to their child about santa, will you continue to conjure, piggybacking on that greatest of great lies--- passing it on like an std of the heart & mind? in remembering the insignificance of praying to a work of fiction, why do you perpetuate that same dissatisfaction that comes in perpetuating your own perceived societal obligation to believe, when in all honestly, you are lying to yourself every day of your life? paraphrasing mr. maher in his work of genius, “religulous,” certainly, not believing that a fat man with a beard could possibly deliver presents to every good little boy & girl on this planet in one night, has a familiar ring to it, when you consider the possibility of an omniscient being answering all the prayers of everyone that is praying on this planet, every single time they ring in. in a related tangent: it seems justifiable that when churches, temples & mosques get tax breaks, that in return, the believers who attend weekly, should have to wear some kind of prophylactic suit that would keep their children from being infected with disease before they have a chance to protect themselves with rational inquiry.