I always used to wounder why Santa always used to use the same wrapping paper to wrap up the presents, as the one left on the side. When i asked my brother this, he told me that Santa wraps up everyone's present in the house and not in his factory as he didnt have enough wrapping paper to go around the world. I believed this but was disappointed that Santa did not use his own wrapping paper as the one left on the size was abit boring for a 5 year old, it was plain gold and borin!

Dhruv

I used to believe that the day after christmas if you did not like and appreciate your toys from Santa he would come back and take them away.

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When I found out that santa wasnt real (I was about 8) I pretended that I still beleived in him because I thought my mum would get upset. -._.-

chichiri no da

I got very confused when I was young. I never understood how on Thanksgiving Day Santa Clause could be at all of those parades at the exact same time, on t.v.

Kelly

I believed in santa until I was 8, then I realized all the "Santa" presents were in my parents' shopping bags. They thought I believed till I was 11 XD

Anon

I used to believe in Santa Clause and my mum was so good at convincing me that I believed it till I was 12. When she finally told me that Santa wasnt real I had the cheek to refute it because the milk and cookies were always gone on Christmas morning.

Keri P

Like most children, I beleived in Santa when i was little. I believed really hard and I vividly remember one christmas eve being determined to stay up all night so that i could see Santa. I sat at my window for what seemed like ages, looking out on the frosty starry night. Then my heart skipped a beat. I heard slay bells and I thought I'd better get in to bed and pretend I was asleep, quick smart, thinking that if Santa saw me spying him - he'd be annoyed with me. So i snuggled down and brought the covers up and did that thing when you pretend to have your eys closed but they are atually open a little bit. I waited and watched and then the next thing I woke up and it was Christmas. There was my stocking filled with goodies - but I had missed him! I was a bit gutted. A few years later I was telling my mum how excited i'd been and how I really did think I had heard slay bells... she said "You did!" and went in to a cupboard and started raking about and produced a red leather strap thing with a bunch of little bells on it and gave it a wee shake.

Chris McMillan

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

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 used to believe that Sinterklaas (a Dutch mythical figure who is said to come to the Netherlands every year around December, and then on the 5th of December -his birthday- he rides with a white horse on the roof to throw presents through the chimneys of houses where the good children live, while the bad children are taken away in a sack to Spain -as far as I know, Father Christmas was based on this figure) lived in the house next to that of my grandparents, because it was a big house and the inhabitants had stacked a lot of toilet paper in front of one of the windows, and I figured that was because Sinterklaas and all his Zwarte Pieten (Black Peters, the helpers of Sinterklaas) lived there, and because they were with so many people, they would need a lot of toilet paper. I believed this even though I also believed that Sinterklaas lived in Spain (while my grandparents lived in the Netherlands), and would often look outside my bedroom window in the hopes of seeing one of the Pieten (who I believed would only come out at night, for some reason I also believed that Sinterklaas and the Pieten would all be asleep during the day).

Belethchamien

When my sister and I were small, instead of leaving Santa cookies and milk we used to leave him cookies and beer. For some reason I never found this disturbing or unusual until many years later. I just thought that Santa was a beer drinker and never considered that it might be dangerous for him to drink and fly! He always left an empty beer bottle, a mess of cookie crumbs and great gifts so I'm sure he enjoyed it!

Stella

I used to believe in Father Christmas unconditionally after my dad dressed up in a Santa Claus outfit and rendered my sister and I speechless. Imagine my dismay when, many years later but still convinced, I picked a bag out of the boot of his car that made bell-like noises and nosily looked inside. Gutted.

Claire Roberts

When we were kids my sister and I used to leave a mince pie and a glass of milk next to the tree for Santa. As we got older it became a mince pie and a beer .... I wonder if my dad had anything to do with that.

Michelle

When I was little, I thought Santa lived on the moon

Nikki

I belived that santa came every night to se if i was sleeping

david

i used to belive santa came through the doors of your house.So one christmas i tried locking all the doors but he still got in

J Man Doug

when i was little and naughty around christmas time my mum would say...'right im phoninf santas little fairy to tell her about it' and one night she actually picked up the phone and because i new her tricks i didnt believe her. and she was talkin and i laughed because i thought she was talkin to herself then she handed me the phone and i sweet voice said hello and i started crying becuase i thought it was the fairy...but it was my nan pretending! and my grandad used to pretend to be santa!

Anon

when i was younger my brother and his friend were talking on the phone when his friend asked to talk to me (8 at the time). But before he let me talk he told his friend to sound like Santa and i believed it! So for two years everyday i got to talk to "Santa" (his friend). Then finally he told me it was his friend i cried then attacked him!! hehe :D

Crybaby

When i was little about 5 or 6 we used to stay at my nans and she told me that at midnight santa came to the house and left his sleigh on the roof, so i waited up all night and at midnight i started to climb out the window, my nan came in just in time to see what i was doing, when she got me back in i told her i was going to climb onto the roof to see santa that is when she told me he wasnt up there she had already checked.

Michelle

Do you really mean to tell me that father Christmas is a myth?

Finally......

Peter (Aged 70)