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When i was a little girl I use to wonder how Santa got into my house because we had no fireplace..only a BIG central hall heater that was right next to my bedroom door. Well one Christmas night i stayed awake to see if i could get a glimps of Santa..and i heard a noise..i sat up in my bed all excited andi heard the noise again coming from the heater where mom and dad said he would come..the next thing i know..the gas cranks in the heater and it turns on..i started screaming "SANTAS ON FIRE..SANTAS ON FIRE!" thats when i learned the truth :(
I always saw christmas movies which depicted the dream man that would come and sprinkle dust on you and make you fall asleep at night so you wouldn't disturb Santa. I used to think that he was also the one that slowed time on Christmas so tha Santa could get to every house. So if I woke up in the middle of the night I always thought the time was going real slow and I would move slowly sometimes too!! LOL!!
When I was a kid, my mother would tell us during the whole year that Santa was watching what you were doing, and that's I could tell whether you were naughty or nice, but for some reason I thought that Santa would send his Elves out to watch children and I used to think that elves were hiding in pipes, vents, and behind walls watching everything you did.
When I was littler I thought that Santa had a magical key that could let him get inot everybody's house
I used to believe in Santa 'till I came down on Christmas morning and saw a strater strange wrapping paper. My older sister said that it was Santa's wrapping paper but, later that day I saw it with all the other wrapping paper.
I used to believe that christmas oriments were to keep Santa Claus company.
I used to think santa was real, so I wrote him a letter asking for a laptop. my father stumbled over the letter accidentaly and read it. On Chistmas Eve, a big box with "To:Alissa From: Santa" was given to me by my father. He told me he got it from the Post Office, since we didn't have a chimney. I was so happy, I believed every word. Now I am older, and I know that Santa doesnt exist, and that he doesn't send presents in the mail!
When I was 5, my mother told me on Christmas Eve that my dolls were really alive and they have been watching me and "reporting on me" to Santa Claus all year if I really was a good little girl. She even added that they go to the tree to great Santa and offer him our cookies and milk. Then she gently kisses me goodnight and sneaked out into the hallway.
Terrified in my bed, watching the glass eyed dolls staring at me... I waited a little while... gather up everything, including Mr. T action figures and Barbies and I snuck out to the living room and put them all in the fireplace and locked the fire screen to trap them in. I figured Santa would come down and crush them before they could talk or come back to kill me in my sleep.
Needless to say, my parents were bewildered to find me asleep in the living room with the fire poker to protect me from Santa's evil spy dolls.
My older sister used to tell me that Santa Claus had a huge TV set to keep watch over all the kids to see how they're behaving. I thought that whenever I said a naughty word or misbehaved, he would put a check mark by my name, and the more marks I got, the less toys I received. Of course that still didn't stop me from misbehaving, or saying naughty words.
When I believed in Santa Claus, I didn't believe he flew in the air in his sleigh. I thought he rode on the ground like everyone else. Since I lived where there was no snow, I thought his sleigh made a heck of a racket sliding along the pavement.
my mom told me that santa and the easter bunny can read your thoughts ... so i was really afraid to think anything bad ...
I believed in Santa, until one year - I think I was about 9. I was climbing up on the kitchen cupboards to get a mug out of the cupboard above, and I was just tall enough to look on top of the cupboard, so you know, I took a look at what was up there, as any other curious child would, to find and old dusty letter that said 'Santa' on it. Then I picked it up and realised this was one of the letters I wrote to santa years ago, and my parents had hid it there ever since. I got really upset and threw a tantrum because I found out Santa wasn't real, and my parents had hidden my letter there.
I saw my Dad putting Christmas presents under the tree and I whispered his name and he didn't answer so I was convinced that Santa dressed up like everyone's parents to get into the house without anybody calling the police.
When I was little, I took the song about Santa always watching me literally. I thought he had the ability of following me hidden in my shadow. I would always turn around really fast to try and catch him in the act of watching me and when I went to use the restroom, I'd ask him to leave for a moment.
I believed in Santa until I was nine, when I went downstairs to the basement and found some gifts packed in garbage bags. When those same gifts appeared bearing "Santa" on Christmas, I went to my room and cried. I still like to think that Santa is out there, somewhere...
When I was little, I used to think that Santa Clause couldn't live forever so I thought that when he died, the Prime Minister or president of every country would all get together and have a meeting to decide who should be the next santa.....
when i was 3 years old my mum told me that father christmas was comming to our house but 1st i had to go to sleep. so when i did i sudenly woke up again.i went downstairs and saw father christmas himself! i used to believe he wasn't real but now i know the truth!
I was 17 years old when I realized that the guy that mommy was kissing in that famous song was actually daddy dressed up as Santa Claus. I just thought mommy was a tramp.
Everyone remembers going to the mall and sitting on Santa's lap to take a picture at Christmas time right?
Well I used to think that if I did that Santa would get mad because he had to go all around the world and let every kid around the world have a chance to take a picture and of course his lap would hurt and he would be so tired. I thought he would keep a copy of the picture and that's how he decided who would be on his naughty list.
Let's just say my mom couldn't get me onto Santa's lap until she made him promise I wouldn't end up on his naughty list.
We're catholics and we don't believe in Santa. I told my 4 yr old cousin that Santa's baby Jesus' mailman. That because he's a newborn He can't carry the huge presents so he sends them with the big fat guy. we live in the Caribbean so it's kinda hard to believe a guy with a sleigh and reindeers can fly without melting from the heat.