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I used to believe that Santa and God were really good friends and hung out together, and would switch out who's sky they went to (snowy sky or normal sky) based on the season.
I believed that Father Christmas was a very special postman who had a very big late delivery. I therefore believed the "Santa" gifts were from Jesus as it was his birthday & he was kindly giving children presents to celebrate. (My dad was a postman at the time!)
My sister and I used to believe that Santa saw you through the light bulbs, and thats why he knew everything you did.
When I was a kid, there was a cute toy shop in town (still around too!) One of the people who owned it was an older man who was plump and had the beard to boot! Seriously thought that it was Santa's hangout in the off-season.
I used to believe that If I really was bad i would get coal in my stoking for Christmas
It's a well known saying that if you don't go to sleep, Santa won't come to your house. I used to lay in bed agonizing over it, knowing that I HAD to go to sleep, but I would be so worked up about it that I couldn't fall asleep.
I used to believe up till i was around 10 years old that Santa Claus didn't exist since I was told that he died in a sleigh accident :)
Until i was 8, I believed that, If you didn't have a chimney, Santa Clause would come in through the toilet.
I used to believe that my mom had Santa's phone number. Everytime i heard here on the phone around christmas, I would have a little internal freak-out that Santa would bring me coal
One Christmas morning when I was little my dad woke me up and told me to come to the livingroom, quick. There were snowy footprints on the carpet leading from the fireplace, circled the tree, stopped at the milk and cookies, and back up the chimney. I believed I had JUST missed Santa
Thanks to my sociopath uncle I used to believe that if I was bad Santa's evil cousin Blood Clause would come down the chimney and put me into his burlap sack, fly to the south pole, bake me into meatloaf and eat me. Needless to say I was a very well behaved child.
I used to think santa clause lived and worked street lights because he needed something to do when it wasn't christmas
I used to believe that if I stayed up to see Santa, the elves would poke my eyes out with their pointy shoes. All of my older cousins told me this and I never tried staying up to see Santa.
I used to believe that since there was Santa Claus, there must be a Hannukah Man. I thought he drove in a 1960's Oldsmobile to our house and put presents by the Menorah.
When I was little, I used to believe that if you weren't asleep when Santa came he would send his elves down the chimney to poke out your eyes with their pointy shoes. Nightmares for weeks after Christmas until my dad finally convinced me he was joking.
We didn't have a chimney in our house. Father Christmas had to come in through the letter box.
Every Christmas my grandpa used to tell me that Santa had just left and that he talked and drank and ate the milk and cookies with him.
I believed that Santa Clause lived on the moon. I mean how else could he see you when you was sleeping?
When my brother was about 6 he was concerned that Santa would have a difficult time getting into our house because we didn't have a chimney. The only logical solution to him was to leave the front door unlocked. Sometime during the night a gust of wind blew the door open. We woke up Christmas morning to arctic conditions in our living room complete with inch-deep snow drifts on the carpet.
One Christmas I noticed that my mom and Santa had the same handwriting. When I pointed this out to my mom she said, "Santa has lots of helpers." It suddenly all made sense. My mom was one of Santa's helpers and she didn't go to work because she was secretly making toys somewhere. Maybe even in our house! I never did find the secret toy factory in my house.
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