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When I was a kid, sometimes my Christmas presents from "Santa" would still have stickers on them from Toys-r-us on them. For this reason, until I was about 8 I believed that Santa was the CEO of toys-r-us - either that or he stole the toys from them!
When i lived in texas i believed the UPS guys were Santa Clause
When my grandmother told me that Christmas was "just around the corner," I ran out of the house and down to the corner expecting to see Santa and his reindeer. I didn't understand why everyone laughed at me when I told them my disappointment (wondering why grandma lied to me).
I was 17 years old when I realized that the guy that mommy was kissing in that famous song was actually daddy dressed up as Santa Claus. I just thought mommy was a tramp.
i used to belive when i was four on christmas eve father christmas would eat the mince pies then he would eat me because his belly is really big .i got told that because i wouldnt go asleep on christmas eve i was to exited.
I never believed in Father Christmas, just the Christmas Monkey that magically grew satsumas and small ineffective toys in it's many pockets over Christmas Eve. There is was without fail, hanging from the back of the bedroom door every Christmas morning, eyes following you around the room with it's smirky mouth mocking. Fair play to Mum though, she could sew.
When I was little, Rudolph used to fly around my house on Christmas Eve. Someone would be like "Sandy! Go look!" and I would run to the window and see the red light flashing.
Finally one year, I noticed my Dad was never around to see Rudolph.
My little sister Elsa once thought that Santa Claus didn't wear pants. I'm as confused as you are. She thought the impact of the sleigh travelling so fast blew off his pants every time he took off, so he just got tired of wearing them.
When I was younger and it got to Christmas time my parents used to tell me that sants was watching me to know if I had been a good girl or a bad girl.
I used to think Santa and his elve's lived in our plug sockets on the walls and were spying on me through the holes in the sockets!
Otherwise how else could he be watching me?!
I used to think that Santa liked my brother and I more than all the other kids in the world because we gave him beer instead of milk on christmas eve
Growing up in Florida, we didn't have much need for a fireplace. Fortunately, according to Mom, we had a great big hole in the wall, where the air conditioning filter was, so Santa could still get in the house from the roof.
every night on chritmas eve for some reson i always have to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, don't ask me why. but when i went my presents from "Santa" were always under the tree. i thought that Santa knew exsactly when i was going to use the bathroom so had to do my house faster than anyone else's house. good thing my parents put presents underthe tree before i used the bathroom,or i would have know when i was 4.
Thanks to my sociopath uncle I used to believe that if I was bad Santa's evil cousin Blood Clause would come down the chimney and put me into his burlap sack, fly to the south pole, bake me into meatloaf and eat me. Needless to say I was a very well behaved child.
My parents were never too careful about christmas gifts, or making us keep our faith in the Magic Kings (spanish equivalent to Santa). We saw where they were keeping the gifts a couple times, and heard them placing the gifts in the night some of the times.
I remember I actually believed they were trying to fool me and make me believe the Kings did NOT exist.
when i was little my mom would tell me all kinds of stories and she made them sound so convincing i beleived them all! One Christmas eve, we were staying in Miami and my mom was reading me Christmas books, when this red light took off in the sky. Of course, i beleived her when my mom told me it was Rudolph the rednosed reindeer leading Santa's sleigh... turns out we were very close to the airport - it was a plane taking off!!!
A method of discipline around Christimas time from my mother convinced me that Santa's elves were always watching me from behind clouds in case i did anything naughty.
When I was about 10 or 11 my dad told me there was no Santa Claus...I was shocked! I covered my shock up pretty well by telling him that "I just kept going along with it because I thought I'd get more presents."
My Mom told me that Santa's elves would come out at Thanksgiving every year and secretly watch you until Xmas-reporting back to Santa about your behavior. I was so scared to take a shower, get undressed, & use the bathroom, between Thanksgiving & Xmas, because I thought these Elves were watching me.
When I started to disbelieve the Santa Claus stuff, I decided to figure out who it was. A friend and I decided to work for weeks on elaborite traps. We had tripwires hooked up to a coffee full of pennies, and the can was over a doorframe. When "Santa," my dad, walked under, he was blugened over the head by the extramely heavy coffee can, and fell on the floor. He did think it was a pretty good trick though.
I used to believe Santa was a locally elected person who used municipal funds, a kid gift database, and a master key to all the homes in the city. I figured reindeer can't fly, and that it is implausible for 1 guy to get around the whole world in one night when it takes two days to get to Wyoming. And yet I had incontrovertible evidence of his existence in the form of a blue bike. I assumed they just put details about his election in the Metro section where no kid would ever see it, and he had a code name like "AlderMan."
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