When we put out cookies and milk for Santa Claus I thought that you had to put out creamy full fat milk and thats why Santa is so fat

Anon

I once left my autograph book out for Santa to sign. On Christmas Day I looked in it to find I had his autograph!! Wonder if it was really my mum...?

Redmaiden

I was 12 years old and still believed in Father Christmas. My mother told my sister to tell me the truth about the jolly fat man in the red suit, so one night when the two of us were doing the dishes, my sister spelt out the bad news. I burst into tears and ran into the bathroom and locked the door. It took about three hours for my mother to coax me out! Worst of all my mother and sister were laughing uncontrollably at my reaction. They felt I should know the facts as the following year I was heading off to high school! I still believe in him though, even at this ripe old age of 55 years.

Christina

I heard Santa's sleigh on my roof when I was about 7. I was lying asleep in my bunk bed when I was woken up by a huge clatter on the roof...an I still believe to this day that it was Santa!!

Bexy

When I was younger, I always saw pictures of Santa Claus coming down people's chimneys. But, since we didn't have a fireplace or an open chimney, I never understood how Santa got into our house. So my Mom told me he came in through the dryer vent outside.

A. Nony Mous

We always left milk and cookies for Santa and baby carrots for the reindeer. Well, one Christmas morning, I found that Rudolph wasn't very hungry the previous night and had only nibbled on his carrot and left it! Those teeth marks were huge! Amazing! Absolute proof about flying reindeers! I believed in Santa until 6th grade because of that...

Three years later I learned that my dad was the one with the reindeer teeth. :B

Jess

I remember once, the first Christmas I remember, (in kindergargen), we went to my uncle's house for Christmas, and while we were driving the two hour drive back, I thought that Santa would've left more presents for us at our house, and was sorely disapointed that he hadn't, even though my mom told me he probably wouldn't have.

theresa

I woke up early one christmas and was looking outside my window. I thought I saw santa fly across the moon in his sleigh, so I woke my older cousin up and told her, she wasn't too happy.(I think it may have been leaves swaying in the breeze)

Confusing - Santa Claus with a tree

I was 5 yrs. old and living with my aunt and uncle in the little hotel they owned. I had a little toy red piano. At night, a few days before Christmas, I would sit in the middle of the living room floor banging on it singing,"Jingle Bells". They turned the lights off, with only the tree lights glowing,and sat in their rockers watching me stare at the big window while banging on the piano, waiting for Santa to look in to see if I was being a good girl. Unbeknownst to me, my uncle had rigged a wire behind his chair running all the way to the outside of the window. There was a big cowbell attached to it. During my performance for Santa, my uncle would reach behind his chair and pull the wire, ringing the bell! I would fly terrified into my aunts lap screaming, "I've been good, Santa! I've been good!" On Christmas morning they would put a little dirt on the window sill to indicate that Santa had indeed come through the window to deliver my presents. That was 58 yrs. ago and I love them for being so involved in my life and providing me with such good memories.

Smockey (my nickname given me by my Polish uncle)

My family has lived for years on an old country road a fair ways out of town. For the past few years, an old man (who happens to be the father of a friend of mine) has driving down this street, slow as possible, in a large red Ford half ton. He's a spitting image of your average Hollywood Santa. Plump man, big long white beard, slightly balding, jovial looking. He would wave at everyone he saw. My Mom's friend's daughter, who is 6, was misbehaving once when they were visiting, and "Santa" drove by. We informed her that he was checking up on everyone, and that if she didn't smarten up, all we had to do was leave a note in the window so when he drove back, he would know she was being bad. Scared her straight.

Since then, "Santa" has passed away. Mind you, she still behaves well when she visits...

Veshka

In Puerto Rico they celebrate 3 Kings Day on January 6. The children would receive one gift on Christmas from (Santa Claus) and the rest of their gifts on January 6 from the 3 Wise Men (3 Kings). The idea was for you to leave straw for the camels to eat in a box. You would wake up in the morning and see most of the straw gone since the "camels would eat it." So one year, I decided I would leave straw under my bed during another time and was really devastated when I woke up and there was nothing but the straw under my bed. I left it there for about a week before I finally gave up.

Guada

Make-Believe Three Kings Day

Once at preschool, during the holidays, our teachers read us a picture book about Hannukah. They told us that children got presents and chocolate coins, but the picture was of a boy playing with a dark-colored truck, so I thought children got chocolate TOYS.

I also thought that if I was bad, Santa would put, not coals, but CLOTHES in my stocking on Christmas Eve. Even today I dislike getting clothes for christmas.

Anon

One year at Christmas, my parents were tired of being woken at the wee hours of the morning, so my father told us a little white lie. He actually told us that there had been SO MANY children born in China in the past year that Santa could not POSSIBLY make it to our house before 8 a.m. that year, and that we needed to stay in bed until then. I don't remember anymore whether or not it worked.

My father had all kinds of Santa stories - look for the one about beer and salami below!

shallahb

When i was just a young boy, i do remember the teachers at school after christmas called up every child who believed that they had meet santa. They were told to describe what he looked like and what he sounded like, now i remember why all of the teachers were laughing at the time.

Matt, Coventry UK

I used to leave santa beer. i thought that he needed it after dodging brats who would try to stay up and see him. So i left him beer.

on christmas, i couldn't sleep, and i came back down and my mom was drinking santa's beer. so i gave him a whole 6 pack and told my mom not to drink it. when i came down the next morning, there was a note saying santa was in a sled accident. he was drinking and driving and hit the statue of liberty. (i live in Baltimore) after that, i just gave him milk and cookies.

Anon

I used to believe that when Santa Clause came and gave gifts that instead of having elves that helped him, he had owls that helped him.

mk

When I was younger we lived in a house that didn't have a chimney, and when it's Christmas, Santa is supposed to come down the chimney. As we didn’t have one, my mum told me that he comes down the central heating pipes. The stupid thing was, I actually believed her.

iluvmybathroom13

One christmas morning, I told my parents, "I know Santa didn't come last night, because we didn't leave any cookies", but my mother interrupted me before 'because' by saying, "What? You knew Santa wasn't real?". I nodded, even though at the time I fully beleived in Santa Claus and all of that stuff. That night, I went to bed and starting crying because Santa wasn't real.

Bryce

When I was younger, I believed in santa so strongly, I fought with kids at school to prove that he was real! i would always get into fights with my friends, and I thought that Santa would give me more presents if I stood up for him! Sometimes, my older brother would write letters to Santa, questioning his existence, and I would get soo mad at him!

Kels

When I was 8 years old I found a receit with my christmas presents on it and just assumed my Mother and Santa worked together as I team, because I didn't want to believe he wasn't real.

Anon