father christmas

I used to believe that Santa Claus exists, but there was also an evil version of him that took children who behaved badly and then nobody remembered them

Marce

At Christmas time, I used to believe that Santa Claus came to my home to put my gift at the foot of the Chistmas Tree for my happiness.

But I have discovered a true Santa Claus is my relative! I was very destabilized by my discovery

Now I don't believe in Santa Claus but I think it's important for a litte boy/girl to have the right to believe or not.

Anon

When I was a little boy, I believed in Santa Claus… At every Christmas, we gathered all my family to spend a few days together. When the parents wanted to put the gifts under the Christmas' tree, they would tell us to go in our room during two minutes. But one day, I hid under the dinner table and I saw them who were putting the Christmas' gifts under the fir. I was highly sad… Even now when I see a Christmas movie, I remenber this moment.

OAa6

When I was a little boy, I believed in Santa Claus… At every Christmas, we gathered all my family to spend a few days together. When the parents wanted to put the gifts under the Christmas' tree, they would tell us to go in our room during two minutes. But one day, I hid under the dinner table and I saw them who were putting the Christmas' gifts under the fir. I was highly sad… Even now when I see a Christmas movie, I remenber this moment.

OAa6

I used to believe that santa claus existed

Anahi Bermejo

I used to believe Santa existed

Joaquin E. Hurtado

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

ju' frn

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.

Anon

I used to think that Father Christmas stole toys from Smyths.

Shovel Tem

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.

Jennifer

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.

Incredibly Miffed Master

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.

Giulian B.

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.

Anon

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

liliana

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 didn’t 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.

NESTOR SALAZAR

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.

Anon

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.

Matt

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 – deep blue and green with tassels. I couldn't make it fly, but I adored it anyways.

Anon