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when I was like 7 me and my sister had just started argueing a whole whole lot Well it was christmas time and my mom and dad can't not give us presents from santa. So my mom wrote a real long letter in real pretty swirly lettering say that santa was disappointed and that if we weren't better the following year he wouldn't give us any presents. My sister and I fell for and this kept us believing for about one more year...
When I was young, I thought the ninth line of the song 'Santa Clause is Coming to Town' was "He'll seize you when you're sleeping" instead of "He sees you when you're sleeping" and I was thinking that Santa Clause would seize me when I'm sleeping, put me inside the bag and take me to the North Pole.
I believed in Santa Claus until i was 11, i think, when i hid rat poison that I found in the garage inside my cookies, and the next morning, when I woke up, My dog was "sleeping" and never woke up
My brother and I used to believe that every man we saw with a long white beard was Santa. We would be in the mall in the middle of the summer, and we'd see a big guy with a beard and we'd be whispering to each other, "That's Santa Claus!" We thought that he would go out to malls and toy stores throughout the year and scout all the new toys before deciding which ones he would bring up to the North Pole to deliver.
the first time i watched futurama was at christmas a long time ago and it was a robot santa episode so on christmas i was that scared i slept in my mom's bed!
About two years ago i stop beliving Santa because of my fater hand writing
and that gave it so away and then ever since my hopes gave up on me because then i knew it would always be my dad and not Santa.....
I always used to wounder why Santa always used to use the same wrapping paper to wrap up the presents, as the one left on the side. When i asked my brother this, he told me that Santa wraps up everyone's present in the house and not in his factory as he didnt have enough wrapping paper to go around the world. I believed this but was disappointed that Santa did not use his own wrapping paper as the one left on the size was abit boring for a 5 year old, it was plain gold and borin!
because we didnt have a chimney, my older brother used to tell me that father christmas used 2 get into the house to deliver presents by using his shrinking machine to become reallly small and jumping through the letter box and then becoming normal size and deliver the presents by Christmas tree
Just as I was starting to disbelieve in Father Christmas my parents got a neighbour to dress up as him and fill the stocking at the end of my bed. He trod on, and smashed, the airfix planes I had layed as a trap and woke me. I was too paralysed with belief and fear to apprehend him and carried on believing for a few years.
At one point, I believed that Father Christmas was evil. I mean... he's this old guy who sits kids on his knees and asks them what they want, then breaks into their house and eats their food. I thought that the presents were there to trick us, or lull us into a false sense of security...
When my little sister was eleven, she beleived that, contrary to popular beleif, Santa lived in Finland, and not the North Pole.
When my sister and I were in elementary school, we used to hear the big kids singing "Deck the halls with Santa Claus's balls..." around Christmastime. So we sang the song around the house, of course not knowing what "Santa Claus's balls" referred to...I just thought they were Christmas ornaments...Our mom got pretty mad at us but wouldn't tell us why or what it meant.
I used to think Santa was real but my friends in junior school told me he's not real because they don't get presents from Santa (it turns out my friends' parents don't bother lies about Santa, they just give them presents to their face). I told my mum this, and she said that in order to get presents from Santa your parents have to register with Santa who lives in Finland when you are a baby so Santa would come by and drop your presents every year. To convince me this is true, my mum wrote a letter with Finnish spelling mistakes. But of course the truth became more and more obvious when the present from my mum and present from santa have exactly the same wrapping paper. One Christmas I stayed up all night and saw my mum placing a gift next to my bed. I still pretend I don't know Santa is fake so I could still get a tiny bit of excitment when it's the night of 24th of decemeber.
Altho I was skeptical about Santa, each holiday something would happen to assure me that I should continuing believing in him.
1 - Daddy was unemployed for months and we lived off his savings account money, yet Santa delivered more toys for my brother and me that year more than in previous years.
2 - Another year we found his footprints and all his reindeer's footprints in the backyard snow. His prints led to the house and back to his sleigh and the reindeer prints were all lined up as one would expect them to be with one reindeer in front of the next. (They landed in our back yard because there was ice on the roof.
3 - One other year Santa arrived early in our neighborhood - about 5 pm. We were told that he had to start his nightly round extra early that year because there were so many more children to visit than in previous years. Our neighborhood was selected as an early visiting location. We had to stay in our rooms because Santa had to work quickly and did not want us in his way.
My brother and I hid in my bedroom at the end of the hall. We could hear the jingle bells growing closer and closer as Santa came down the street. I heard him come to the front door (since we had no fireplace). He knocked on the door, said Ho, Ho, Ho to my parents who talked to him as he unloaded his bag. Mom was making her comments like "Oh, she's going to love that...... He will have hours of fun playing with that"....
My bro. & I laid on our bellies trying to see through the crack between the bottom of the door and the floor. We could distinctly see Santa's boots with snow sliding off of them. Later when we came out of the bedroom, sure enough, melted snow remained on the carpet right where we had seen the boots standing.
Our parents thanked Santa for coming and he wished them a Merry Christmas. We heard him depart as the bells jingled on down the street.
All the kids we played with who lived on the our street had Santa visit early. We all shared our experiences and no one could have convinced any of us that year that Santa was anyone other then who we believed him to be.
Here was a community effort with assistance from the volunteer firefighters keeping the Christmas spirit alive for at least 10 little friends.
Our mother was known for returning Christmas gifts after Christmas, but never did she return anything that Santa left.
I used to believe in Santa but on night i was looking for something in my moms room and found a lot of toys.
Then my mom came in and said they were for our relatives. It was a very bad coverup. Latter that night she told me Santa was not real
When I was a little girl we did not have a chimney therefore my parents told my brother and I that Santa had to use his magic dust to open the door because we could not leave it unlocked. I actually believed that and now my children believe the same thing!!!
When I was younger, we always had one specific room that the christmas tree was always in. My mom never really liked the location, so one year, she moved the tree into another room in a whole different side of the house. I was convinced that santa would not know where the tree was and would get lost in our house. I was worried he would be mad and would not give me any gifts because he couldn't find the tree and put be on the "bad" list. I came up with the brilliant idea to make signs leading from the fire place to the tree. They said stuff like "Tree this way" or "Santa, put the gifts over here." When my big brother saw them he started laughing his head off and i had no idea why, and it was only a few years that I realized why.
You HAVE to love little kids. :-)
I used to believe that, if God would die, Santa Claus would be boss.
I'll admit to this but i actually believed in Santa Claus until I was 11 i think. Every christmas i would get excited becuase I thought santa would be given me christmas presents as my parents would always say. I would write to him saying what i wanted and my parents would write back saying if he could get them or not. My name would also be put down at the end and i was happy that he knew my name. We always put mince pies for him to eat and milk for his raindeers to drink. Sometimes a note would be there for us apparently from Santa thanking him for the mince pies and milk. I was happy back then as i thought it was Santa thanking us. Then one christmas, my mother spoiled the fun when she told me Santa wasnt real. How she upset me that day!
One christmas morning, I told my parents, "I know Santa didn't come last night, because we didn't leave any cookies", but my mother interrupted me before 'because' by saying, "What? You knew Santa wasn't real?". I nodded, even though at the time I fully beleived in Santa Claus and all of that stuff. That night, I went to bed and starting crying because Santa wasn't real.