My daughter was about 7 when, while I was away on a business trip, she pestered my wife about the truth about Santa. So, my wife fessed up and told Katie the truth. Katie cried and said to my wife, "Now I suppose there isn't any Easter Bunny." My wife, wisely, told her that she should save that question for when I got home.
A couple of days later I walked in the door from the airport and Katie ran up to me and asked if there was an Easter Bunny. I said, "Of course there is. Who do you think brings all those Easter eggs?"
The wife looked at me astonished that I would lie to a 7 year-old. I explained that in the Rules For Being A Dad lying to one's child is absolutely called for in matters of Santa, the Easter Bunny and said Dad's unfaltering wisdom.
It wasn't the first lie I told her and sure as hell ain't going to be the last. After all, Katie is only 28 now.