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When I was a young child, I want to test if Santa really exists, so send a letter asking for my present a ride with him in the christmas day. Later, I realized that I would have to wait one entire year to get a real present just because I was wanting to test something that must be true, so I wrote another letter cancelling the ride and asking a Super Nintendo
In New Hampshire, there is an amusement park called "Santa's Village." There were rides and of course Santa was there! Well I use to believe that the Santa at Santa's Village was the real Santa. Infact, I remember discussing Santa with my friends as a child and we all agreed that the Santa from Santa's Village was the real Santa.
When I was growing up, my baby sister was really gullible, especially when Daddy told her stuff. One Christmas Eve, we we're living in the country, and my dad jumped up, grabbed his shotgun, and ran outside. After hearing two shots, he came back inside, announcing, "That'll teach that fat old man to try to land his reindeer on my roof" Needless to say, Nancy ran screaming through the house, "Daddy shot Santa!!! Daddy shot Santa!!!" Mom looked at her and said, "Nancy, this is your Daddy your talking about."... She thought for a second, shrugged her shoulders and said "Oh, okay."
My grandfather used to be a mall santa in Brasil, and quite famous actually in the town he was from. So each year around December in his town, it would be a whole deal when Christmastime began, bc they would transport my grandfather by helicopter to the mall where many fans awaited his arrival before he took his place in the mall. There were often newspaper clippings and such about him as well. His birthday was properly December 25th as well. (or at least I still believe that? i should check with mom again!)
Either way, I believed for many years that my grandfather was the one and only real Santa, and that he travelled the world over by the helicopter, and had keys to everyone's houses, including ours. All those other mall santas and such were just helpers and that the whole reindeer bit was just bc it sounded cool but everyone knows reindeer can't fly.
I also used to kindly explain to everyone at school that Santa was actually my grandfather and the whole deal.
Anyhow... upon discovering all my presents in my parents room unwrapped before christmas as a kid, i asked my mom for the hard truth, especially hearing kids at school begin to say santa doesn't exist. and i found out and i cried and cried.
Oh well... If I can't be related to Santa, at least I was related to someone people thought of as Santa. and that's pretty cool :)
When I was 3 or 4 Santa came to my best friend.s house on Xmas Eve. She live right behind us. My dad told me (when I asked about why she got her presents on the 24th and I had to wait till morning) He said that Santa started his "run" at her house and then went all the way around the world and ended up at our house,Christmas morning. It made sense to me!!
My friend's mom used to go outside early on Christmas morning every year and make big "Santa and Reindeer" prints... Until 2nd grade, when my friend found the big boots and "hoofs" in the back of the closet...
I used to believe that every old man with a big white beard that I saw, year round, was Santa Claus in disguise. My parents didn't do anything to correct this belief since I tended to make sure that my brother and I were especially well-behaved while these old men were around.
I was very upset that I didn't get Nintendo for Christmas. I complained to my mom that several kids in my class got Nintendo, and they weren't nearly as good as me. I had better grades, never got in trouble, so why didn't Santa bring ME Nintendo? Mom got very angry and said there was no Santa, and that she couldn't afford to buy Nintendo. I was so dumb to still believe in Santa at age 9!
When I was little, I used to think that Santa Clause couldn't live forever so I thought that when he died, the Prime Minister or president of every country would all get together and have a meeting to decide who should be the next santa.....
I used to believe that santa came to your house at a different time depending on where you live.
because of santa clause being able to deliver to so many houses a night around the world, I thought he must be god. then I thought I was a genius because I figured I was the only person who had ever considered it.
until I learned at 9 that santa was fake
I used to believe Santa Claus was Santa CLAWS, and that he was going to attack me on Christmas Eve. I always locked my door to try to keep him out.
When my sister and I were little, my dad use to tell us that the only reason why the other kids didn't believe in Santa was because they were deemed to be very bad kids. He use to also say that other kids would try really hard to make us not believe in Santa so we can be bad kids like them. Since my dad was a single parent raising two girl, he did EVERYTHING possible to keep us believing so we would stay good kids ... haha.
My dad had me going until I was 14 (yes I said 14) believe me HE WAS GOOD!! Brainwashing-ly GOOD!!
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
I used to think men dressed up as santa or fake santas were kidnappers and i used to think hte talking chistmas tree was evil.
My parents told me and my sister that in the month before Christmas fairies were sent to live in the house to make sure we were being good, ensuring our good behaviour for a whole month. It was a different fairy each year, like fairy snowflake, fairy holly etc. We put out Ribena and biscuit crumbs in our dolls house tea set and the fairy in residence would always eat it! My parents were finally rumbled when the fire fairy was in residence. My mum said she had long red hair as one might expect but upon independantly interviewing my Dad he said she had short red hair (which lets face it would be more practical if you're dealing with fire all day). My sister and I smelt a rat and I'm afraid after that it was curtains for Father Christmas as well.
When I was in kindergarten, since every said, "santa sees you all of the time." I thought that he had these huge glasses with many tiny different sections to watch everybody in the world at once. But then I got confused because those would have to be pretty big glasses to have a section for every person in the world.
One Christmas Eve, when I was eight or there abouts, I got up from my slumber and went to the bathroom. Halfway there, I heard this really deep and scary voice saying "Ho Ho Ho. Well, that's done."
I immedietly ran back to my bed and dive dunder the covers. All night I had nightmares that santa was going to come kill me.
When I was young and went to see Father Christmas..I figured that the person wasn't the REAL Father Christmas, just an Elf of his so he could double check what I wanted.
father christmas is supposed to come down the chimminy right? well, when i was little, we didn't have a fireplace. so, my mum told me that he had a magic-glowing key that he would open the doors of homes that dont have fireplaces with.
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