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I used to believe that Santa would come and get me becuase the line "he knows when your a sleeping, he knows when your awake, he knows if you've been bad or good..." I also though santa was a FBI agent
When I was in kindergarten, I used to be rather spastic at church. The older kids used to tell me that Santa Claus walked around the place and watched you, and the reason I couldn't see him was because my eyes were too small. For the rest of the time I'd go to church around Christmas, I'd always keep my eyes open REALLY wide.
I used to belive that santa lived in my attic, and that he could see everything i did, and if I was'nt nice, I would get no presents.. so I was always very nice around christmas-time, so that santa would give me gifts.. Of course, this was just something my mom made up, so I would be nice to people...
It was the summer me and my twinbrother turned five, we went down in the basement, even if we weren't allowed to go there. suddenly my brother tripped and fell over a box with christmas stuff. a santa claus figure fell out of the box and smashed at the ground. we got really upsett because we were sure it was the real santa and that bryan had killed him. we didn't dare tell our parents that we had killed santa so next christmas our uncle had dressed like santa and came with our presents. me and bryan totally freaked out because we thought that it was santas gohst that came to revenge.... you can't immagine how relieved we were whrn we found out that it was uncle and not a gohst!!!
When I was little I was afraid of Santa because I thought that he could see if I hadn't been good that year....until I found out that it was dad....
When I was younger, I believed in santa so strongly, I fought with kids at school to prove that he was real! i would always get into fights with my friends, and I thought that Santa would give me more presents if I stood up for him! Sometimes, my older brother would write letters to Santa, questioning his existence, and I would get soo mad at him!
At a young age I met 'Santa' who asked me if I had been a good little boy. I turned to my mother, incredulous. "Isn't he supposed to know that?"
On my 5th birthday, my parents took me to see Santa. He gave me a balloon, and told me to leave it out for Santa to blow up on Christmas Eve. Sure enough, it was blown up. My parents were estatic (very bad acting), but they didn't know I had seen the thread holding up Santa's beard. :(
When I was growing up, my baby sister was really gullible, especially when Daddy told her stuff. One Christmas Eve, we we're living in the country, and my dad jumped up, grabbed his shotgun, and ran outside. After hearing two shots, he came back inside, announcing, "That'll teach that fat old man to try to land his reindeer on my roof" Needless to say, Nancy ran screaming through the house, "Daddy shot Santa!!! Daddy shot Santa!!!" Mom looked at her and said, "Nancy, this is your Daddy your talking about."... She thought for a second, shrugged her shoulders and said "Oh, okay."
I used to think that if you went somewhere on Christmas Eve, such as your grandparents' house or something, that Santa wouldn't deliver your toys because since you weren't at home, he thought you moved. I would always leave a note when I was somewhere else on Christmas Eve, explaining that I hadn't moved and that I was just over at __'s house, and to please give me my presents anyway.
Every Christmas when I was little my mom would take me to a certain department store because she said only the real Santa went there. While I was on my way up to see Santa the girl would ask my mom my name (making sure that I wouldn't see her asking) so by the time I got to Santa he would say "Hello Carrie." After I was done I told my mom that Santa did know who I was. Because of this I kept the belief that Santa was real up until I was 13, all because he knew my name and didn't have to ask me.
i used to belive santa came through the doors of your house.So one christmas i tried locking all the doors but he still got in
My mom used to tell me that if I stayed awake trying to catch a glimpse of Santa he wouldn't come. I always tried to fall asleep as fast as I could on Christmas Eve.
I also remember one particular Christmas where my brother and I got two of those miniature electric pianos that they make for little kids. We were pretty poor at the time, and I remember saying to my mother, "Well, Santa MUST be real, because you couldn't have afforded this!"
Oh, that reminds me. You know how everybody imagine Santa and the elves in a workshop? I had a more pessimistic viewpoint. I thought that they were all in a huge factory inside an even larger igloo. And Santa would run around with a clipboard and whistle, encouraging people to work faster. Meanwhile, Mrs. Claus would serve refreshments.
i used to believe that i actually saw santa one christmas eve when i went to the bathroom. and it's funny, i can still picture that memory as if it really did happen
i thought Santa was real because one night i woke up and heard wrapping paper crinkling downstairs. but i fell back asleep before i could do anything. i thought it was Santa magicly putting me back to sleep so i wouldnt see him
When I was little my older brother was showing me the saints book with all the saints in it and stuff. Then he flipped the page to St. Nicholas, then I asked how he came in all of our homes in one night if he's dead. I asked this because it said the years from when he was alive then dead. He told me that his spirit just flows through all of our chimneys. Then I got scared and said, "that is freaky"
Where i grew up it always rained at christmas time, so my mum used to tell us kids that the thunder we heard was santa coming across the clouds. I belived her for quite a while.
At Stillag (my grandparents old house) there was this thing that went on top of the chimney. I didn't know how Father Christmas could get down there, so I came up with the conclusion that he made himself really small to get there.
I used to believe Santa was a locally elected person who used municipal funds, a kid gift database, and a master key to all the homes in the city. I figured reindeer can't fly, and that it is implausible for 1 guy to get around the whole world in one night when it takes two days to get to Wyoming. And yet I had incontrovertible evidence of his existence in the form of a blue bike. I assumed they just put details about his election in the Metro section where no kid would ever see it, and he had a code name like "AlderMan."