Father Christmas used to like a bottle of beer in our house so I'd imagined how he'd feel when he got home after visiting every house imagine all that beer in one night. No wonder he had a red nose and a beer belly.

Robert Warner

i do believe in santa but in one way i don't!!!!!

Shannon Geddis

when i was a kid i used to think santa had a magic key that opened every door since we didnt have a chimney.... also in that song where santa sees everything we do i thought it was only logical he had a crystalball to see us like pshcics :P

the kid

I use to believe that Santa was one of the wise-men that brought gifts to baby Jesus! I still believe that Santa existed!

Anon

I used to believe that santa had a spare key to our house because we had no chimney.

Karl Andrade (Bombay, India)

I used to beleive that Santa stole all the presents and candy on christmas eve and that we went to bed early on christmas eve so that noone would see him stealing the presents.

Sophie

i thought santa was gods brother

Anon

I believed in Santa until I was about 10.

Christy

I used to beleive that Father Christmas' fairies used to live in the air bricks in my house watching me for when i was naughty and then report it to Father Christmas. This is what my mom told me.

Jo-lene

when I was little I used to believe that when santa came down the chimney and poked his but in the fireplace he used the milk as rubbing alchohol and the cookies as band-daids

Anon

Originally, I thought that Santa was an ok guy. But that changed when I got a little older. We would always go to my grandparent's house for Christmas. We would go to bed on Christmas Eve, and wake up on Christmas morning to find that Santa had left us presents. One year, when I was old enough to start reasoning, I asked my parents, "But how does Santa get inside to leave presents? Grandma and Grandpa don't have a chimney and fireplace?" My parents answered, "Well, he probably comes through the door, or a window."

He comes through a door or window? At night? While we're sleeping? Sounds like a criminal to me. Just like that, my idea of a jolly, generous, old, cookie-loving man was erased and replaced with a cold, hardened criminal who enjoyed breaking and entering.

I cried and cried until my parents told me he wasn't real. A rush of relief flooded over me. I went to bed happy, knowing that Santa wouldn't be breaking in anytime soon, but I would still be getting my presents.

E

When I was a child I thought that in the village next to ours Santa´s, St Niklaus` and the Easter Bunnie´s House were and told my mom about it each time we passed those houses.

Anon

I remember thinking people said there's no Santa Claus because he got eaten by a gremlin.

Drew

that santa was real

poopoo

When I was little, my Mom, Dad and I would stay at my Grandparents house on Christmas Eve. They had a three story house, not including basement. Well, one year I slept on the third floor. After I heard everyone go to bed I heard a loud thump on the roof, then footsteps, and then I heard something slide down the chimney that ran from top to bottom in the center of the house. Followed by a large thud from the living room downstairs and ornaments hitting eachother.

My father is kind of a nut and would try to do something like that in his younger days. So maybe it was him. But I don't think I will ever know for sure, perhaps I will question him later.

Anyways, though I am 22 and no longer believe in Santa, this event still puzzles me and makes me wonder.

people's champ

Finally, I used to believe in all the usual things that kids are told in school about Santa, The Easter Bunny, etc, until I was sadly disillusioned at the age of eight when someone told me that Santa was really my headteacher at my primary school! God love him! So...so much for childhood beliefs. I'm a grown up now- nearly thirty six years of age but I still remember my childhood years with fondness and not a little nostalgia for a time when I was new to a world that seemed so full of mystery, wonder and endless possibilities!

DZ

I used to believe that father christmas was real.

Charlotte

when i was young, i used to cry every time i heard the song "i saw mommy kissing santa claus." it used to break my heart that mommy would cheat on daddy with SANTA of all people! i learned the truth when i was 8 or so, but i still hate the song.

my grandma still brings it up every christmas, and i have yet to tell anyone *why* it made me cry.

Kristen

When I was 9, maybe, I noticed that Santa Clause had the same writing as my mom. I asked her about it one day and she said, "Oh! Makenna, he doesn't want you to know his handwriting, so he wakes me up early in the morning so I can write it."

Makenna