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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."
i used to believe that santa was real up untill i was in 6th grade and 13 yrs old
My older brother told me one Christmas Eve that if I was awake when Father Christmas arrived he would instruct an elf to sew me up in a sack and take me off on his sleigh forever-never to be seen again. No one was allowed to see Father Christmas! Needless to say I was petrified that night...
My parents were never too careful about christmas gifts, or making us keep our faith in the Magic Kings (spanish equivalent to Santa). We saw where they were keeping the gifts a couple times, and heard them placing the gifts in the night some of the times.
I remember I actually believed they were trying to fool me and make me believe the Kings did NOT exist.
I used to see my Christmas presents from Santa before Christmas in my mom's closet, and I knew that all the store Santas didn't really look alike. I thought that Santa collected info from the store Santas, my mom and dad bought the things they knew I'd want, Santa would reimburse my parents, and he would place the presents under the tree.
I used to believe that the day after christmas if you did not like and appreciate your toys from Santa he would come back and take them away.
I used to believe that Santa lived at the dump because I saw an old Santa chair there once. After that, I would beg my dad to take me to the dump so that I might glimpse Santa.
I belived that santa came every night to se if i was sleeping
When I was little, I was terrified of Santa. One Christmas, I left out a marker and paper for Santa to write on and I had pctures of me to show him how much I had grown. On Christmas morning, I woke up to find the markers and pictures all back in my room. I was terrified of the fact that Santa was in my room and cried all morning.
I used to believe father christmas travelled by the internet.
I used to believe in Santa Clause until I found the receipts for the presents that santa clause had bought us in the garage. I was so bummed that Santa Clause did not exist.
I still pretended that I believed in Santa Clause so I would get that extra present every x-mas.
when i was about 7 or 8 every christmas eve it took me 4ever to get 2 sleep cos i was so excited and i used 2 lie up 4 ages n wenever i heard my mum or dad i would quickly pretend to b asleep. well one year i couldnt sleep so i was sitting reading a book and i heard sum1 coming up the stairs so i lay down and closed my eyes, then i heard someone with a bag come into my room and i was teriffied! i wanted 2 open my eyes to see if it was santa but i was 2 scared. wen the person left the room i opened my eyes and there was a present on my bed. to this day i dont kno who or what it was in my room that night.