As a kid, my older sisters liked to jerk me around, and one of them told me that santa was buds with jesus. So one year I was writing to santa and I asked my mom, "What should I put on the end?" and she replied, "It's always good to kiss up to santa!" so at the end i put, "give jesus my best"

still can't live it down!

I was so terrified of santa that I would not get out of my bed Christmas eve for anything. On Christamas eve I got the stomach flu... I threw up in my hands and I sat there with it in my hands until the sun rised....

A.W.

when my brother and I were really little, our aunt (who is 10 years older than us) told us that before Santa was rich and could afford elves to make all the toys he used to pass out dirty underwear to little kids.

gadgetgirl

When I was about 8 I used to believe that if you were awake when Santa Clause came, he would kidnap you to the north pole and made you into one of the elves doomed to a life of making toys for kids.

Clueless

When I was very little my mum told me that santa's elves were EVERYWHERE. I took this very seriously and whenever I went into the toilet I panicked incase I peed on an elf....

So embarressed...

I believed in Santa up until about the age 8. One night, my aunt called me over to the phone saying someone wanted to say Hello. Well, I answered and was like, 'Hello?' and this poorly voiced 'Ho, Ho, Ho! Merrrrry Christmas! Have you been a good little girl this year?' came booming out from the speaker. I instantly knew it was my cousin upstairs on the other line. I was like, 'This isn't Santa, this is Kevin!' and I hung up the phone and ran upstairs to beat him up, lol. I then knew that the parents just hid the presents in a secret place and put them out on Christmas Eve while you were sleeping.

Asia

I used to believe that the way santa could tell if you were good or bad was to keep a little green elf in your big toe video taping you.

bill martin

It was Chritmas 1968 when I was seven years old and on the fence about the existence of Santa Claus. Some of my peers insisted that the haul of gifts were simply purchased by parents. I wasn't sure either way. Just days before the holiday my Dad bought a nice console stereo, the old kind that was like furniture. I asked him how much he paid for it and he replied with a straight face "A thousand dollars".

Well, I knew that was a lot of money, I did not know it was an absurd exageration. Based on this inquiry I concluded that there was no way my parents could afford gifts for four children after incurring a thousand dollar expense. Therefore Santa exists!

There is a life lesson in here somewhere, good objective inquiry and linear logic proved the existence of Santa Claus.

Bill C

I was born as a Jehovah's Witness so never had Christmas or believed in Santa Claus. When I was 5 and had just started school I decided it was my duty to inform everyone else that their parents had been lying to them and Santa wasn't real! When my teacher heard a whole class of 5 year old kids screaming their heads off that there was no Santa, boy, did I get a telling off. She even wrote to my parents to say I had no right to destroy childrens childhoods!!! I never realised what a terrible thing I had done until I was much older. Sorry kids!

Wicked Child

It was the summer me and my twinbrother turned five, we went down in the basement, even if we weren't allowed to go there. suddenly my brother tripped and fell over a box with christmas stuff. a santa claus figure fell out of the box and smashed at the ground. we got really upsett because we were sure it was the real santa and that bryan had killed him. we didn't dare tell our parents that we had killed santa so next christmas our uncle had dressed like santa and came with our presents. me and bryan totally freaked out because we thought that it was santas gohst that came to revenge.... you can't immagine how relieved we were whrn we found out that it was uncle and not a gohst!!!

Sarah Maria

i dont know why but i think my parents at one point told me santa lived in pizza crust so i would always just eat the center part being careful not to eat him

Anon

I thought very long and hard about the Father Christmas issue as a child. I eventually came to the conclusion that he couldn't possibly be what everyone said. How could a fat man and some magic deer go all around the world, dispensing brand name toys out of the back of an apparently limitless pile on a sled? No, to my 8 year old brain, the answer was simple: This "Father Christmas" was an alien. I confronted my parents with my findings and they were told me the truth.

HB

my grandfather gave us a phone number. he said that it was santa claus's phone number. i didnt know what his phone number was and i didnt think of that. whenever we would call that number, he would answer with a HO HO HO, because he had caller ID. for years and years my sisters and i would call santa and talk to him about god and the tooth fairy. apparently they liked to go bowling a lot together.

shasta, ky

I used to be absolutely terrified of Father Christmas entering my room at night. I would leave my stocking in the garage and dad would open the door a little to let him in. To this day I'm still not particularly happy about large, bearded old men entering my room while I sleep.

Rob H

I used to believe that if you peeked at Santa Claus while he was inthe living room delivering gifts, he would spit tobacco juice in your eye

Anon

My brother and I used to believe that every man we saw with a long white beard was Santa. We would be in the mall in the middle of the summer, and we'd see a big guy with a beard and we'd be whispering to each other, "That's Santa Claus!" We thought that he would go out to malls and toy stores throughout the year and scout all the new toys before deciding which ones he would bring up to the North Pole to deliver.

Funky Cold Candita

Around Christmas, when I was misbehaving, my mom always told me that Santa might be listening, so we went to the door and knocked and said "Santa are you here?" and if there was a knock in return, Santa was spying... Oh the shame when I found out who was REALLY knocking all those years. LOL.

Dina

I once got worried at Christmas that Santa would bring his reindeer down the chimney and into the house with him, and that the reindeer would poo on the carpet.

Anon

I came from a poor family but, nonetheless, my parents always made sure I got a toy for Christmas. My father would bring me to see Santa and tell me that Santa didn't like it when you asked for too many things because if he gives you all those things there wouldn't be enough toys left to give to the other kids.
When I sat on Santa's lap, he would ask me what I wanted and I would say only one thing. I had to think really hard about the one thing I wanted. No matter how many times Santa would ask me, "and what else, little girl, would you like Santa to bring?" I would only tell him one thing.

Angela

I used to believe that Santa would come and get me becuase the line "he knows when your a sleeping, he knows when your awake, he knows if you've been bad or good..." I also though santa was a FBI agent

Anon