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I once believed that Santa was secret organization of millions of old men who dressed in red suits giving presents that were bought by taxpayer's money via the government. This was what I convinced myself of when I was probably about 10.
when i was little i wrote aletter to Santa left him cookies and carrots for his reigndeer. The next morining i went to see if he lef t a note for me. And in my dad's handwriting it said my reighndeer only like mushrooms they think carrots are gross. So i did not think santa could be that rude. An d i found out santa wasnt real iwas so sad.
i used to believe when i was four that santa was actually anevil demon sent by the devil to bribe little kids into liking him and then take them away forever and make them work for him in his toy shop....of course, i learned that that wasn't real when i told my mom that story and she told me that santa was a kind and jolly man that gave out presents to boys and girls to reward them for their good behaviour.
I used to believe that if you went into the living room after you had gone to bed and looked for Santa's gifts, then the gifts would magically dissapear and you would only get coal in your stocking when you were allowed to come down in the morning.
When I was very little my mum told me that santa's elves were EVERYWHERE. I took this very seriously and whenever I went into the toilet I panicked incase I peed on an elf....
I am 11. I most definately DO believe in Father Christmas. Ok, so most of the ones in shops and stuff aren't real and they get paid. But why would you pay someone to sit at the north pole all day? you wouldn't. When i was about 6 i heard reindeer bells on the roof, please explain that, its not like my parents are gonna get on the roof and shake some percussion bells! Some of my friends don't believe and i think thats wrong. I'm not sure if he delivers presents, but he DEFINATELY DOES exist. And a message to all those ' non-believers' , if you don't believe thats just PANTS!
I used to believe that every old man with a big white beard that I saw, year round, was Santa Claus in disguise. My parents didn't do anything to correct this belief since I tended to make sure that my brother and I were especially well-behaved while these old men were around.
Do you really mean to tell me that father Christmas is a myth?
i used to belive in santa! i'm 9! on christmas day 2003, i got presents! i found out the truth this year.... clue #1- santa( my dad, there's no santa), used the wrapping paper my dad used for our party! ( duh! it HAS to be my dad!) clue#2- the handwriting on the gift tag was my dad's! this year, 2005, i convinced my mom to prove that there's a real santa!( like there is!)
As a kid, my older sisters liked to jerk me around, and one of them told me that santa was buds with jesus. So one year I was writing to santa and I asked my mom, "What should I put on the end?" and she replied, "It's always good to kiss up to santa!" so at the end i put, "give jesus my best"
As a kid I was very aware of money and prices of stuff because my mom had sorta trained me to look for sales when we bought cereal. Anyways, I figured that santa claus couldn't afford all those toys for all those kids and he must've stolen them. So one day my sister was watching a commercial that said, "Report a crime in your area, call the number on the screen!" So I called the number to report santa claus for robbery.
When I was little I believed in santa, but didn't believe that he had toy-making elves because the stuff i got from santa was always brand-name stuff. So for some reason, I figured he had a santa discount at stores so he got toys for free. One day I was at save-on and saw a furby I wanted. I plopped it on the counter and asked the clerk, "What is involved with the santa discount?" She tried not to laugh and said, "They only do that at Thrifty" I, trying to be as grown-up as possible, calmly took the furby back to it's shelf and said, "Thank you for your help"
When I was little I had a dog named heidi. She slept in the living room. We didn't have a chimney, so every X-mas eve, before i went 2 bed, I'd tell her "Heidi, when a fat guy with a beard comes in the front door, don't attack him! It's only santa!"
I used to believe Alcatraz was Santa`s home.
i used to think santa was watching me on a giant tv O_o
My parents always told me to be good because Santa was watching and putting me on his list. Ever since I always thought that Santa was watching me through the air vent and I swore I could see his eyes!
From being a firm believer, Father Christmas was beginning to wear a bit thin by the time I was nine. Then a newspaper item blew the whole thing. I was quite excited, because everything in the paper must be true, mustn't it (?), and asked Mum if I could help her and Dad leave presents for my little sister, still really into the myth. Actually it was my Mum who was most disappointed - she wanted me to believe in magic just a bit longer.
When I was very small I believed that Santa Clause and Jesus knew each other and talked about us to each other.
when i was younger my brother lided to me alot and told me that santa caluse was runningin the forest and hit a tree and die so thats why santa is not real. I WAS ONLY A KID YOU DONT TELL THAT TO A KID!
Of course most parents tell their kids about Santa. And of course the older you get the less you believe in such. I'm 17 now, but when I was 8 I copied the traps that you see on Looney Tunes and other cartoons (You know the one with rope and the hole, and when you stepped in it you were trapped). I slept right next to tree with the rope in my hands. After 3 hours worth of waiting I saw a shadow in the hole and pulled. I ended up tripping my dad, and finding the truth about Santa.