When i was little, i thought Santa Claus was my grandfather
I used to believe that santa claus existed
I used to believe Santa existed
When I was a little girl, I used to believe Santa went down to the mantelpiece, so I left hot-chocolate and biscuits under thr Christmas' tree for him to eat after his round of gifts... But it was my dog who ate this hot chocolate and biscuits
When I was a little girl,
I believe Santa existed.
I thought he arrived by fireplace,
and give gifts to children on
of 24 december, at night.
My mum would say not exist when I was six years.
I used to think that Father Christmas stole toys from Smyths.
I used to believe that if I checked out books from the library and never returned them, the librarian will get really mad at me and take my library card away from me so I can never check out books again.
Not directly related to Santa Claus, but when I first heard of Cupid from classical mythology, I immediately thought of Cupid, one of Santa's reindeer. I figured they must be one and the same, since they're both mythological figures who can fly. When asked how this is possible, I explained that Cupid is an angel the rest of the year, but transforms himself into a reindeer at Christmastime. The other reindeer can do this too, but they tend to keep on the down-low because they're shy.
I thought santa would tell me off if I didn't sleep on Christmas night and saw him. he wont gimme my gift, so I thought I would leave a gift token for him to change to a doll, so he won't pay anything. but the token was still there.
When I was young, I use to believe in father christmas. It seemed to hear his carriage pulled by reindeer stop in front of the house.
Due to their vague phonetic similarity, I somehow managed to confuse Satan and Saint Nick, taking the latter as one of the many nicknames for the former. Growing up in the U.S., I usually just heard him called Santa, so the truth took a little longer to dawn on me than it probably should have.
I used to believe that santa was real and when I was a child and saw a man with a beard and white long hair and i thought that was santa and i wanted to speak with him all the time
When I was a child I used to believe in Santa Claus, I used to think that children could receive their presents from him. In addition, I used to believe that cchildren with bad behavior didnít receive good presents, they just got pieces of charcoal. It was something really weird. Over time I could realize that it was false, it was a lie.
I used to belive elk can fly.
because my parents tell me.
When i was child,I waited the elk fly to my house on Christmas.
I snook out onto the staircase on Christmas eve once and there was someone in the dining room where we put our Christmas tree. All the lights were off so I couldn't see who it was but I just sat there for a bit and then when I thought they heard me I ran back to my room. Obviously it would have been one of my parents but I remember thinking I'd see Santa.
Every year, I wrote 'magic carpet' on my Christmas wish list. Only that. My mom would tell me she didn't think Santa could do that because he would run out of magic. I would reply, "Mommy, magic doesn't work that way." One year, I got the carpet. It was beautiful Ė deep blue and green with tassels. I couldn't make it fly, but I adored it anyways.
When i was a kid,i used to believe santa claus came through the chimney to bring presents.
when i was a kid , i used to think father christmas was too fat to go trough the chimney.So , i wonder how he could deliver presents .
On the night of Christmas Eve my dad used to point to airplanes and say "Look! Its Rudolph and Santa!" I was the confused child that saw Rudolph almost every night flying around in the sky.
My parents told me that ever New Years Eve at exactly midnight, old Father Time would leave from his home within the walls and then Baby Time would move in to take his place. As Old Father Time left, he would always refill our Christmas stockings with small toys and candy!