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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.
top belief!
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.
I used to believe that santa came to your house at a different time depending on where you live.
top belief!
I used to believe that Santa had twelve elf helpers: no more no less. This was extremely important to the balance of the world, and why the number "13" is considered unlucky. If Santa got another helper, the whole world would become out of whack and would spiral into a world of chaos and destruction! I still partly believe it today :)
I used to believe that Santa was a distant relative, like an Uncle Ned who you've never met but sends you a bunch of money every year anyway. I figured Santa Clause was just some generous, rich relative that I had never met, and he decided to send us all great things every year. I never really noticed that all of my friends got things from him, too. It would always confuse me if we walked into a mall or somewhere that had a "Santa" talking to kids!
I used to believe in Santa Clause.
I must have ruined many of my classmates views of the world in 3rd grade, but here is another funny story. Christmas time was coming up and, I knew that Santa Clause didn't actually exist, the rest of my classmates believed in him. So, when we were all sharing our christmas stories, one of my classmates said that "they were going to wait up and see Santa Clause." So I decided to enlighten them by saying "Santa Clause doesn't exist, he's made up just like the easter bunny." once again my parents got phone calls from upset parents of my classmates asking why I was such a little smartass.
My father got a camcorder for his birthday one year, and decided to make a Christmas tape for the kids. He opened the back door, stuck a boot in it, and recorded just the boot sitting in the doorway. (We had no chimney, so Santa came in the back door) He claimed he caught Santa Clause leaving the house after putting our presents under the tree, but all he saw of him was the boot.
We believed him for years--even though he recorded the boot doing nothing for almost a full 2 minutes.
I used to believe that the way Santa Claus knew what I wanted for Christmas was that my mom simply called the North Pole and phoned the order in. I thought you learned Santa Claus's phone number in college. "Okay, you're an adult now, so here's what you'll need to know. First, if you need to get ahold of Santa Claus, here's the number you call..."
When i was little , i belived that Santa came down from the chimney during christmas. I was living in an apartment and so i didnt have a chimney so i didnt think that santa would ever give me presents for christmas.
i was 2 years old and i was curious about Santa's reindeer, how they were able 2 fly and why Rudolph's nose was red so i asked mom "mom how does Santa's reindeer fly" her awnswer was that Santa gave them magic mushrooms i also asked "why does Rudolph have a red nose she told me that he ate lots of red stuff so his nose went red.
When I was in first grade, around Christmas, our class learned about Christmas around the world. We learned about the French Santa named Pere Noel. Children would leave their shoes outside the door and Pere Noel would fill them with candy and sweets. If you were bad his helper, Black Peter, would spank you! Our teacher had us leave our shoes outside the classroom door so Pere Noel could fill them with candy. I was so excited that while we were waiting I peeked outside. I saw a small little elf-like man dressed in black. He was dancing at the end of the hallway! Later that night I wanted to try it again. So I left my shoes outside the door for literally like 5 minutes, then checked outside and there was candy in them! But, no one had been outside! I'm still trying to figure out how it all happened!
I was told since a child that there was a Santa Clause. I never saw him before, then when in 1965 when I was 5 he came to my house and I hid under the bed. It wasn't untill when I sat on his lap that I believed in Santa!
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