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I remember having a big argument one christmas with my friends in school trying to convince them that Father Christmas was real. I was 11 at the time and went on believing for another 2 yrs even though nobody else did. I thought it was a big sin not to believe in Father Christmas because he was actually a Saint.
Its really sweet looking back on it
i used to believe that Father Winter, as my older siblings called him, would come at night when you hear the wind rustling and whistling on cold stormy winter days, he would swoop in to keep away the children from the mistle-toe because as they say " Mistle-toe is for Lovers! "
When I was younger and still believed in Santa and the Tooth Fairy, my loose tooth came out on Christmas eve. That nigh,t I thought that Santa and the Tooth Fairy would both come into my house at the same time and bump into each other. I attempted to stay awake so I could see both of them but I ended up falling asleep.
When i was 4-8 I lived in a house with no chimney, only a back deck. So my parents told me Santa came in through the back deck. When I was 6 I asked for a puppy for Christmas and my parents got me one the night before but were going to surprise me in the morning. My dad had to stay in the basement all night so the puppy wouldn't bark and ruin the surprise. At about 3 am my dad stepped outside on the deck for some fresh air and I heard a nose, peeked out of my room and saw my dad, who is a large man. However, since it was very dark I was absolutely convinced I had seen Santa. This gave my parents a good laugh when they were telling me there was no Santa years later and I used this to protest.
I came to the conclusion at an early age that Santa Claus did not exist because if the technology he had was real, such as a flying sleigh that could travel around the world in one night, then he would have given the technology to the American government to use against the Soviets and there would be no Cold War. The fact that this didn't happen was proof enough to me that there was no Santa Claus.
My number one argument that Santa Claus was real was the fact that it would be ridiculous and next to impossible to teach all the grownups in the world how to be Santa Claus.
when i was 5,i saw santa....i thought surely it was him and his trusty rudolph,but now that im grown i know it was only a plane flying near our house with a red blinking light. i was so upset that my daddy just laughed and laughed..
When my cousins were about 4-6 my dad convinced them that he was Santa's younger brother. He told them that they had to be EXTRA good because if they anything bad he could just call up his brother and tell him not to give them any present. They believed him.....actually ...I did too!!
I used to believe in Santa and that was funny.
I used to believe in santa claus but now a don't used to blieve in he becouse I am bigger.
When my oldest sister found out that Santa wasn't real, she was so mad at our mom for lying to us that she told me and our other sister. I was 4 years old. After that, Santa never visited us.... but had his friend, the no-name monster, come instead. The no-name monster was called this because he never signed the gift tag. To this day, and I am onw 22, there are presents under the tree from the no-name monster.
when I was a child a I used to believe in sant claus but one day I didnīt met in him decause I looked my fathers put the gifts in the tree
I used to believe that Santa Clous was a child, because he had a lot of energy to deliver all the presents around the world, just as a kid. =)
I used to think Santa Claus watched us through the VCR. I couldn't believe he just KNEW if I was bad and just KNEW what I wanted... he had to have a way to be in our house. So if I did something wrong, I made sure it was not in the living room- away from the VCR.
i work with kids......and this one kid tole me that claustrophobia was the fear of Santa clause
I was a confused child.
I was terrified of christmas, the very THOUGHT of a big scary fat old guy coming into our house at night horrified me!
I always double-checked that all the doors were locked on Christmas, and I was shocked my parents would let strangers come into our house!!!
I believed in Santa Claus until I was 7. Then I seen a card at Zellers that said Top Ten Reasons To Be Jewish. Number one was 'SANTA ISN'T REAL"
When I was little I used to believe that if our family was out visiting on Christmas Eve too late, and came home and interrupted Santa while he was bringing presents, Santa would never come back to our house again. And Santa visited on the stroke of midnight so you had to all be in bed by then. So I was always in a state of high anxiety on Christmas Eve when we were forced to stay at our boring cousins' house until 11:30 p.m. We would never get home in time!! Stupid grownups!!
Also, I believed Santa needed a chimney to come down. This was never a problem because my mom would always put up a fake cardboard chimney decoration in the living room. I knew very well it wasn't a real chimney and didn't lead anywhere, but I believed Santa could use it.
On Christmas night, when I was 4/5, my parents stuck shredded cotton balls to our fireplace grating when they were downstairs delivering Santa's presents (and I was upstairs sleeping). Yes, I fell for it.
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.