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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.
When I was younger we lived in a house that didn't have a chimney, and when it's Christmas, Santa is supposed to come down the chimney. As we didnít have one, my mum told me that he comes down the central heating pipes. The stupid thing was, I actually believed her.
my parents were hippies and I use to beleive that Jerry Garcia was SAnta Clause.
I used to believe that when Santa Clause came and gave gifts that instead of having elves that helped him, he had owls that helped him.
when i was little, my mum always told me that every mother has a little invisible elf that watches the children for the entire year. then, on thanksgiving they would go back to the north pole and tell father christmas if the kids were good or not. it scared me, i didn't like the idea of a little invisible man watching me take a bath..but it made me behave!
father christmas is supposed to come down the chimminy right? well, when i was little, we didn't have a fireplace. so, my mum told me that he had a magic-glowing key that he would open the doors of homes that dont have fireplaces with.
I used to believe that Santa came down the chimney and gave you presents...
Now I know who "Santa" really is
i used to beleive that sant was real and my older bro always said that dont open your eyes or else santa will go away. one night when i thought santa came in my bedroom i opened my eyes and noticed that it was my mum and i screamed and i wet the bed. the problem is my mum tells all my friends when they come round and i get dead embarrase. illl never live it down.
One Christmas Eve when I was about 7, my mom snuck into my bedroom and gently woke me up to tell me to look out of my window. There in the sky was Father Christmas on his sleigh,which was all lit up and complete with reindeer and elves ringing bells. He was waving and shouting Ho! Ho! Ho!
After he passed I tucked back into bed and fell fast asleep. As the years went by, and people explained that Father Christmas did actually exist, I was very confused as my experience had definitely not been a dream but I had seen him with my own eyes.
At about 22 and extrememly frustrated with not knowing the logic behind my experience, I ventured to ask my mom if she remembered such an event and if it had really happened.
Indeed my memory had been real, she told me. Then she explained what my childs eyes had not understood. Father Christmas, the elves and reindeer were all on top of a big truck that was driving down the street of the houses that backed onto ours! I hadnt seen the vehicle because I was so mesmorised by the sight of Father Christmas himself! True magic!
When I was a little kid my sis told me santa had a red suit cause he dyed it with the blood of naughty kids. I believed that for a while, not anymore though. I still find him creepy.
My mom always said that Santas Birthday was the same as my brother. Then later in life i figured out there was no santa.
When we were younger (my sister is about 4 years younger than me) in the mid nineties, my sister wrote a note to Santa telling him that she left him diet 7-up and Saltines so that he could lose some weight. Hahaha!
To this day I believe that Santa only comes to houses where everyone believes, which explains everything. ^_~ I feel bad for him, because kids are so cynical nowadays.
We used to decorate our Cristmas tree with yummy candy canes. I always wanted to eat them, but my mom wouldn't let me because she said Santa wouldn't come if the candy canes were gone. We would visit my grandparents on Christmas Eve and every year on the way home I would pray that Santa had dropped off our gifts early so that I could eat a candy cane. One year I secretly took one before Christmas, and that was the year that Santa must have fallen asleep and slept in, because when I woke before the sun on Christmas morning, the gifts weren't there yet. My mom convinced me that Santa was just running late because of the snow, and if I didn't go back to bed and close the door and my eyes, he would skip over us because he was very shy. I came out of my room after a nap, and all the gifts were under the tree. I didn't steal a candy cane again. And I never told anyone that it was really my fault that Santa was late.
I used to believe that Santa was real and he would not come to your house unless you and everyone in the house was completely asleep. I also believed when my mom told me that Santa came into my room and kissed my head before he left.
I believed in Santa Claus up until I was 8 years old. My father had given me a note from "Santa", but then I recoginzed his hand writing on the note and relized my father had written it. And that was the year I stopped believing.
I grew up in Puerto Rico where,on Jan 6, they celebrate Epiphany (or 3 Kings Day) when the Maji finally show up at the manger. My parents told us kids to put shoeboxes full of grass for the camels under our beds and in the morning we's have gifts. For some reason I believed in the camels coming into my room far longer than Santa coming down the chimney.
Because I thought there was no way my parents could afford that much wrapping paper I belived in father christmas for ages and ages
i thought santa was real up until about 7. i found out he wasnt real when i was 8 becuase one night in christmas night, i went to go to the bathroom. halfway down the stairs i saw my mother puttin gifts under the tree. i ran back up to my room right then so she wouldn't see me. guess what? i pretended i believed in santa until i was 12!! poor parents ^-^
once on christmas eve night, when I was about 7, I had the most odd dream that santa snuck into my room, switched on the light and crept over to my bed. he poked me and i woke up and he started laughing maniaclly. i started to cry and i hid under my covers. from then on, i would sleep with my older sister in the next room every christmas eve.