father christmas

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...

Anon

When my little sister was eleven, she beleived that, contrary to popular beleif, Santa lived in Finland, and not the North Pole.

Anon

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.

Anon

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.

Annie Lo

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.

blfs

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

Anon

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!!!

Anon

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. :-)

SANTA LOVA!

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!

Anon

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.

Bryce

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 didn’t have one, my mum told me that he comes down the central heating pipes. The stupid thing was, I actually believed her.

iluvmybathroom13

my parents were hippies and I use to beleive that Jerry Garcia was SAnta Clause.

Melissa

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.

mk

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.

Anon

I used to believe that Santa came down the chimney and gave you presents...

Now I know who "Santa" really is

Vinnie

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.

is santa real

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!

Sharron