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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.
I got very confused when I was young. I never understood how on Thanksgiving Day Santa Clause could be at all of those parades at the exact same time, on t.v.
When i was in first grade i was the only one who DIDNT believe in Santa Clause. I guess my parents were very into anti-commercialism of Christmas. I also remember that some other kid told the lunch lady on me for it. And a girl in my class' proof was that Santa was at her best friend's Christmas party every year.
When I was in third grade, I had just learned about the concept of UNICEF boxes. I wanted something expensive, and my mom suggested asking Santa for it. Realizing the item was expensive, I thought up, "North Pole Committee for Jingle Bugs" and did chores for people and wanted to go to the mall and give the money I earned to Santa so he could buy the present, or I could write a check and send it to, "Santa Claus, North Pole." but my mom told me multiple times, "Santa doesn't take money from the public. Santa's magic." She told me that Santa or his elves contact the toy companies and say, "I'd like to place an order of 5,000..., 3,000...", or they go out to stores nationwide and present an ID card and take what they need, and no, they don't have to pay." So instead, I donated money to a drive to help kids whose parents couldn't afford to buy them gifts. Then I realized that the reason one can't give money to Santa is because he's not real, and the money could get lost, and that if there was a Santa, we wouldn't need these drives for children whose parents can't afford presents for them.
Every Christmas eve, I left out milk and cookies for Santa and his reindeer just like every other kid. For some reason however, I became convinced that Santa was a cannibal and if I didn't leave any cookies, he would become so hungry he would eat me.
I think my parents wondered about the huge plate of cookies I left by the fireplace every year.
When I was little we lived in Hartlepool. Out of my bedroom window I could see sparkly lights and flames on the horizon. My Dad always told me that it was where Santa lived. I later found out that it was Hartepool Power Station!!!
I once convinced myself that nobody knew for sure whether or not Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, or the Tooth Fairy were real(because I assumed every belief was unknon for sure). When I figured out there was no Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, or Tooth Fairy(which was because I heard my sister say that one of her classmates didn't believe in the tooth fairy, she thought it was just your parents sneaking up on you), I convinced myself, "Is there a Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, or Tooth Fairy? Nobody knows for sure. Some people believe there is one, others say it is your parents sneaking up on you and that the letters are written by volunteers at the post office and the emails by people who created websites. But if it is your parents sneaking up on you and this is where the letters and emails come from, the parents can't see themselves doing it and don't know that they're doing it. And the toy sellers and manufacturers can't see themselves issuing presents to Santa and the Easter Bunny(sometimes the Tooth Fairy did give presents rather than money).
In my country there are no chimneys so I used to believe that Santa Clause use to enter my house through the keyhole, that was what my mother told me as a child.
When i was little about 5 or 6 we used to stay at my nans and she told me that at midnight santa came to the house and left his sleigh on the roof, so i waited up all night and at midnight i started to climb out the window, my nan came in just in time to see what i was doing, when she got me back in i told her i was going to climb onto the roof to see santa that is when she told me he wasnt up there she had already checked.
I believed in Santa Claus with my whole heart as a little girl. Then my stepbrother told me that some man shot and killed him. This hurt me so badly that I never tried to make my own daughters believe in Santa Claus or any other of the make believe characters so many adults teach their own children. I determined my girls would not be hurt as I was. At the same time, I would instruct them to never tell the other children there was no Santa Claus.
When I was little, not only would Santa come by, but so would the reindeer. We always left out carrots and we would always see hoof prints the next morning. So when we were going to get new carpeting for Christmas, I reminded mom and told the clerk that we should wait until after Christmas so the reindeer wouldn't mess up the new carpeting.
When I was little, I believed in Santa (of course). We used to put out milk and cookies and they would be gone in the morning so, naturally, I thought he was real. Until one Christmas Eve when I was nosy snoping for presents for me and I saw a gift to one of my sisters from Santa Claus. My parents tried to tell me Santa came early because he had soo many children to get to.
After I found out that Father Christmas was not real, but before it occured to me that my parents would hide presents, I thought that all the Mums and Dads went to the shops on Christmas Eve to buy all the presents. I used to try and stay awake, not to hear Santa, but to try and hear the car going out. Although this was just my own logic, looking back, it didn't occur to me to be worried that Mum and Dad would leave me alone when they went out.
I used to believe Santa got into the house via the radiator pipes (we had no chimney or fireplace) and I'd always stick my letter there. Then when I found out he didn't exist, I pretended I still did because I thought I'd stop getting presents...