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When I was little, I always wondered why Santa was so weird - because he delivered presents to my house, and my uncles' house, and my grandparents' house. I eventually reasoned that Santa must do that so that I wouldn't stay at home all day playing with my presents - that way I would have to go see my family who missed me and wanted to share the special day with me too. :)
When I was little, we lived overseas. I was just dying to get a Barbie horse for Christmas one year, and I finally got my wish. But something ended up being wrong with it. So I heard my mom on the phone one day saying she needed to return it to JCPenney's. I told her I thought Santa brought it to me - how could it be from the store? After a moment of thought, she replied that Santa and the elves lived at JCPenney, and that's why the JCPenney toy wishbook came to us every year. It made total sense to me.
My mum told me that Santa Clause has many helpers that would spy on us and if they see or hear me doing anything bad that they will tell santa clause not to come. I also believed that if you left your house in a mess on Christmas night, Santa might trip over your toys and decide to leave without giving me presents. My mum also told me that Santa will check on you just before he gives you presents and if you wake up while he's here, he will run and leave no presents for you. My mum finally told me the truth about Santa Clause when I was twelve and just about to enter high school.
I used to believe Santa was a demon working for the devil to lure kids into liking him so he could take them away and make them work for him as slave elfs forever until Santa died. As soon as i told my mom this, she was hysterical and told me Santa was a loving character who brought toys to good boys and girls as a reward for their excellent behaviour.
When I was little a friend told me that if you didn't sleep on Christmas Santa wouldn't come, but one of his elves would come and kill you! I was deathly afraid of elves
Ten years ago I used to believed father christmas.
This tall and red man. I had presents and I was very happy.
When I was 4, I used to believe when I did a fire in my fire place, the father chrismas c'ant came.
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!"