Everyone remembers going to the mall and sitting on Santa's lap to take a picture at Christmas time right?

Well I used to think that if I did that Santa would get mad because he had to go all around the world and let every kid around the world have a chance to take a picture and of course his lap would hurt and he would be so tired. I thought he would keep a copy of the picture and that's how he decided who would be on his naughty list.

Let's just say my mom couldn't get me onto Santa's lap until she made him promise I wouldn't end up on his naughty list.

Never on the naughty list, always on the nice.

When my oldest sister found out that Santa wasn't real, she was so mad at our mom for lying to us that she told me and our other sister. I was 4 years old. After that, Santa never visited us.... but had his friend, the no-name monster, come instead. The no-name monster was called this because he never signed the gift tag. To this day, and I am onw 22, there are presents under the tree from the no-name monster.

Rose

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

Karl Andrade (Bombay, India)

One Christas when I was probibly 4, "Santa" gave me coal bubble gum when I asked for a doll house! Then ofcourse my perants found my doll hosue but it was made out of card board so for a while, I thought santa's full name was Saiton Santa.

Dessy

One Christmas I didn't leave a mince pie out for Christmas. Dad asked me why. I told him he would be having millions of them and I would get better presents as Father Christmas would not be forced to eat another mince pie.

Anon

I used to believe in Santa Claus until I was 9. After the mail came one day, my parents excitedly showed me a letter addressed to me from Santa Claus. In the letter, He described in detail how I had gotten into so much trouble that year and if I didn't turn into a good girl soon, I wasn't going to get any Xmas presents. I was stunned that he knew so much about me until I kept reading and started to recognize the handwriting. It was my dad's! I was such a bad girl that year, it was my parents' last attempt to make me better.

Veronika

I used to believe that Santa lived at the dump because I saw an old Santa chair there once. After that, I would beg my dad to take me to the dump so that I might glimpse Santa.

Anon

A teacher in our primary school told us that Father Christmas had a million elves who would watch our every move, so that they could report back on whether we were naughty or nice. Then, if we were naughty, Father Christmas would tell God.

Rin

I once believed that Santa was secret organization of millions of old men who dressed in red suits giving presents that were bought by taxpayer's money via the government. This was what I convinced myself of when I was probably about 10.

Anon

My mum told me that Santa Clause has many helpers that would spy on us and if they see or hear me doing anything bad that they will tell santa clause not to come. I also believed that if you left your house in a mess on Christmas night, Santa might trip over your toys and decide to leave without giving me presents. My mum also told me that Santa will check on you just before he gives you presents and if you wake up while he's here, he will run and leave no presents for you. My mum finally told me the truth about Santa Clause when I was twelve and just about to enter high school.

Anon

I must have ruined many of my classmates views of the world in 3rd grade, but here is another funny story. Christmas time was coming up and, I knew that Santa Clause didn't actually exist, the rest of my classmates believed in him. So, when we were all sharing our christmas stories, one of my classmates said that "they were going to wait up and see Santa Clause." So I decided to enlighten them by saying "Santa Clause doesn't exist, he's made up just like the easter bunny." once again my parents got phone calls from upset parents of my classmates asking why I was such a little smartass.

farm grown

I remember thinking of the song "Santa Clause is comming to town" and remembering the line about him seeing me when I'm sleeping and awake and then realised he sees EVERYTHING I do, for weeks I was afraid to go to the bathroom, take baths and change into clean clothes because I didn't want santa to see me naked.

Mary

When i was younger my dad told me that the elves would watch me through the windows so they'd know if I was behaving so they could tell Santa. For years I would be afraid to go neer any windows around christmas and since my bed is next to a window I wouldnt go to sleep because I thought they'd get in the house and watch me sleep.

Neil

when i was younger "santa" brought me the wrong sized bike, so when i realized it i started to cry so my mom pretended to call santa clause HAHA i swear i went to school i told all my friends that my mom talked to santa

HAHA

One time around Christmas, I wondered why there wasn’t any soot on the floors after Santa came down the chimney to put down our gifts. My dad told me it was because he (Santa) carried around a very quiet vacuum cleaner to clean up the soot before he left.

EJ

when about 6 i was terrified of having a fat bearded old man in my house in the middle of the night whatever he was doing! This fear used to stop me sleeping [rather than the actual excitment of christmas!] eventaully when i plucked up the courage to tell Mum she gave in and told me the truth which at that time was releaving!

Hamish

Whenever Christmastime rolled around, my dad would call up my aunt and ask her to pretend to be Santa Claus for me. Then Dad would put me on the phone, and my aunt would affect a husky voice and asked me what I wanted for Christmas. Once I asked my dad if I could have "Santa's phone number" but he told me I would have until I went to college, like all the other adults. Saved me the trouble of writing a letter, I suppose...

Also, one year on Christmas Eve, I heard a loud noise like metal crashing somewhere outside my bedroom. I assumed that Santa had fallen down the flue, banging against the grille in front of our fireplace. So, the next year, I asked my parents to move the grille out of the way so that Santa wouldn't bump into it.

Kitty Kat

every christmas eve, the whole family would gather together at my grandparents house. we would have a huge dinner, then afterwards, we would open presents. i once asked one of my aunts how i could open the ones marked "from: santa" the nite before christmas, and they told me they brought empty boxes that were from santa, and while we were eating, he would become invisible and come fill them up.

ashley

i used to believe that santa was real, then the day before christmas my mom let me open a present and it said "from santa"!

breena

I used to believe in Santa Clause... Probably. I don't remember believing in him, I was always a smart kid and worked it out when I was VERY young (In class one I think, at the age of four... but I could be wrong) but kept going with it coz, hey, prezzies! But one day... When I was about 7 or so, I saw the film Gremlins! (Always reminds me of the Critters group... Now THERE are good films!) Anyway. In this film, an actress mentions her father climbing down the chimney in the guise of Santa and slipping and dying. For a week or so, I was terrified of being in front of the fireplace, and any bad smells... a CORPSE! But luckily, no. I soon told mum I knew Santa wasn't real though. After all, I was just as scared that my Dad would try to climb down the chimney. We have a chimney top with two thin tubes at the top of the chimney instead of an opening... but I was worried he would remove them. I continued to get presents from 'Santa' in a big sack for several more years though.

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