Not really what you're talking about, but when I was reading/writing recaps for The Baby-Sitter's Club books (published in the 80's and 90's) I realized just how many books pushed the idea that Santa and the Easter Bunny weren't real. As if Ann M. Martin wanted to be CERTAIN that none of her (child!) readers believed in such foolishness. Of course, as one of those readers, I just rationalized that the author no longer believed because duh, she's a grown up. But as an adult, it seems so bizarre.

I also half believed in that stuff probably a bit longer than most kids do when deep down, I knew the truth. I was one of those kids who almost intentionally clueless, and you know what, it was fine.

So yeah, I don't know. It's weird, and if the trend has died, I'm glad.