We were living in an apartment, and since most apartments don't have chimenys, I asked my mom how Santa got into our house at Christmas and she said that he came through the key hole in out front door!! So one Christmas night while I was wondering how the hell big-ass Santa got through something as small as a keyhole, I heard someone at the door. (With my mother supposedly in bed, but snuck out without my knowing) I thought this was Santa doing his rounds and was about to come through the keyhole! It had to be 1:00 in the morning, and being 8, I sort of got scared. I looked out the window, and saw a black Santa. i had never seen a black santa but he was still a santa!! Thinking fast, I stuffed two toothpicks in the keyhole so that he couldn't get through, and told him to leave my presents at the door. Little did I know that it was my next door nieghbor dressed up as santa, and some of my mom's friends that were going to have a late-night party were waiting in the cold, locked outside because of the toothpicks! With no onw able to open the door, Christmas became an attemp to get poor crying and humiliated me out of the house with the freezing adults outside. When I told my mom everything, I found out at an early age that there was no such thing as Santa!

Damn Toothpicks

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

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

I was always curious as to how Santa looked but my mother always said to me if he sees you peeping while he puts your presants under the tree he will take them back as only naughty children did that.

Candice

I used to believe Santa Claus squeezed through our chimney and out through our fireplace until I realised we didn't have a chimney or a fireplace!

Ashley

I used to believe in Santa. My parents told me he just knew when little children were being naughty and would deduct a present from the sack he had put aside especially for me. Whenever I was naughty, Dad would call Santa to tell him about it. Although Santa was too busy to talk right then, he would always call back within seconds and Dad would pick up the phone with me watching, suddenly silent and angelic again. Years later, when I was about 10, I was told about a special number you could dial (in Australia) to test your phone ring volume. Dad said "It might come in handy when looking after your three younger brothers".

Anon

i used to think that santa was real every night i would leave food and drink out in the morning it was not there.one year i made a mark in the carrot to see if my parants had put it back, because they do not eat raw carrots. i checked the carrot basket in the morning and it was there that proved he was not real.

emma hann

We never sent Santa a Christmas list. (I guess Mom thought it was a waste of a stamp.) We left our lists under the tree. I suppose Santa carried a big enough inventory to deliver what we wanted.

Stephen

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer had a nose that, as you know, glowed bright red. On Christmas Eve, the blinking red light on top of a nearby water tower would miraculously become proof positive that Rudolph - and, therefore, Santa Claus - was in the neighborhood.

Anon

When my presents would come with a Wal-Mart sticker price tag on it I was convinced Santa went to Wal-Mart to get my presents.

Anon

when i was 3 i used to believe that santa lived in the lamppost outside my house. that's how he knew what i wanted for christmas

Andie

When I was little I had a dog named heidi. She slept in the living room. We didn't have a chimney, so every X-mas eve, before i went 2 bed, I'd tell her "Heidi, when a fat guy with a beard comes in the front door, don't attack him! It's only santa!"

dog whisperer

When I was little, we lived overseas. I was just dying to get a Barbie horse for Christmas one year, and I finally got my wish. But something ended up being wrong with it. So I heard my mom on the phone one day saying she needed to return it to JCPenney's. I told her I thought Santa brought it to me - how could it be from the store? After a moment of thought, she replied that Santa and the elves lived at JCPenney, and that's why the JCPenney toy wishbook came to us every year. It made total sense to me.

Janet

I was a confused child.
I was terrified of christmas, the very THOUGHT of a big scary fat old guy coming into our house at night horrified me!
I always double-checked that all the doors were locked on Christmas, and I was shocked my parents would let strangers come into our house!!!

Jade

I used to believe that Santa Claus and God where best friends.I used to pray to god to tell stuff to santa claus for me.I also used to believe that the elves had invisible video cameras everywhere to watch me.Where they couldn't get video camera's santa asked god for help to keept watch!

Anon

My mum used to tell me that the fairy on top of the christmas tree was a friend to Father Christmas, and so if i was naughty she'd tell him. i didn't like that fairy.

Em

I used to believe that the "real" Santa Claus was at Macy's in New York City. All the rest were fakes.

Marcia

When I was little, I belived that Santa would bring me presents. I belived this up until grade five because that year we were low on money and I was sure there was no way we would have christmas. However, when I went upstairs chirstmas morning, I found enough presents for myself and my whole family. I couldn't belive that the stockings were full and the tree had more than one present for each of us. I belived for another six months because of that. Then my parents told me that they had set money aside all year in order to have some for christmas.

I still prefer my version where Santa saved the day.

Kayle

when i found christmas presents under my parents bed - my dad assured me that because santa was soo busy each year, that they bought the presents for him, wrapped them up and then on christmas eve santa would come along and put them at the end of my bed for me - this got me through a few more years of believing in santa!!

stormfairy

when i was littel my dad said that santa was a alcoholic and he would drink all the bere so i should leave him 4 bottels of stella b ut it was my dad

kev da candy man