make-believe: father christmas

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!

I used to believe in Santa Clause and my mum was so good at convincing me that I believed it till I was 12. When she finally told me that Santa wasnt real I had the cheek to refute it because the milk and cookies were always gone on Christmas morning.

When I was about 6 or 7, we had a church Christmas party. My dad dressed up as Santa Clause and all the kids sat on his lap and he gave them candycanes. when I got near the front of the line, I finally recognized him. I was shocked! I couldnt believe my dad was Santa! I didnt tell dad .I didnt want him to be upset because I found out his secret.

I used to belive at Christmas time Santa would come down the chimney do his thing and ride back to the North Pole ON a reindeer!!!

my mum told me that on midnight on Christmas eve all the animals could talk to each other and tell Santa what they wanted for Xmas. The amount of time I spent listening out for them. When I was old enough to know better I always laughed at her for saying this, however i am guilty of telling my son the same story!

When I was in first grade I didn't believe in Santa but my classmates told me that if I didn't I wouldn't get any presents so I automatically started believing in him and I still sorta do to this day. (though the belief is sorta fading. Kinda tired of going to bed at nine every Christmas due to that belief.)

Knowing that Santa Clause was always watching me and possessed of the speed to deliver all of those presents all over the world in a single night, and with annual, tangible proof of his existence, I would sometimes pray for Santa Clause to protect me if I was afraid of some situation.

i used to believe santa was real until i was 10!! becasuye when i was 8, i got a message from an elf (who coincidentally had the same name as my brother). i kept waving the message around when people told me santa wasn't real. untill my brother told me he was the elf. boy did i feel retarded.

i also thought whenever you sinned, the devil laughed and joked, and jesus hated your guts, untill i went to confession. I kept asking the priest if he was POSITIVE i was forgiven.