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My Mom told me that Santa's elves would come out at Thanksgiving every year and secretly watch you until Xmas-reporting back to Santa about your behavior. I was so scared to take a shower, get undressed, & use the bathroom, between Thanksgiving & Xmas, because I thought these Elves were watching me.
When I was little I used to believe that Santa could bring anything....including babies! I always wanted a younger brother so used to ask for one on my Chritmas list every year until I found out where babies really came from.....the stork obviously!
My cousin used to believe that Santa Claus would knock on your front door and leave the presents there when everyone was asleep.
I used to believe in father cristmas
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When my grandmother told me that Christmas was "just around the corner," I ran out of the house and down to the corner expecting to see Santa and his reindeer. I didn't understand why everyone laughed at me when I told them my disappointment (wondering why grandma lied to me).
when i was little i used to think that santa was real...
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when my brother and I were really little, our aunt (who is 10 years older than us) told us that before Santa was rich and could afford elves to make all the toys he used to pass out dirty underwear to little kids.
When I was litte, I use to wonder how Santa Clause would come inside the house with out getting dogs to bark. So I asked my mom and she would tell me that he would sprinkle dust on them so they wouldn't bark!
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from the age of 4 to 6, every year i would ask father christmas for'magic flying powder' cus i believed it would make me fly. a few days later i went to my friends house for the day and she had got bath salt from father christmas. we assumed he had got the wrong house and decided to give it a try, we piled up some boxes and sprinkled the bath salt over us and jumped off. she broke her finger.
I share a room with my younger sister. For years she was terrified to get up and go to the bathroom on Christmas Eve night because she was afraid to she would see Santa, who she was scared to death of.
When I was young, a few days before my third christmas my parent I wouldn't get any presents because I had been bad. On christmas, I opened my stocking and found a cat inside eating everything. Later I found a box that had been clawed open but before that I was convinced that i had to tell santa i was sorry. I didn't even make it a block before my parents caught me and told me the truth.
Around Christmas time, I told my best friend that my grandpa sometimes dresses up like Santa Clause (which he did). She convinced me that i was turning into a christmas elf, and I had to go and live up at the North Pole and would never see my family again. Then pointing to my ears, she gasped and said they were already pointy.
I used to belive in Father Christmas. Even than I have some thoughts that he don't exist I couldn't believe. Why? The answear is simple. I just couldn't imagine whence my parents had money for all those wonderful presents.
However, even now I think that Father Christmas exist.. in our dreams :)
when i was around 7 i found out that my mom would go get my presents from my grandmothers house on christmas eve when i asked her about it she said that santa wanted to save time and just give them to my grandma early cause santa knew we were always good. well i was outraged at this and then i shouted "grandma is cheeting on grandpa and she is having an affair with santa!!" i cried for a long while and i didnt talk to my grandma when we went over to her house on christmas morning but then she gave me my present from her and things were fine. but for the longest time i thought my grandma was doing santa clause!
Obviously when I was little I believed in Santa Claus.... but this was reinforced by our living near an Air Force Base. On Christmas eve, my dad waited until a plane flew over our house without landing lights on yet, and then called us over to point out Rudolph's blinking red nose (the anti-collision red light on the belly of the plane). Real proof!
This is actually about a 4 year old boy that I baby-sit sometimes.
This past Christmas, "Santa" visited him during the Christmas Eve party his family was having. The poor kid freaked out and ran underneath the table. He was so scared because he hadn't been such a good boy that year and he knew from the song "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" that Santa had always been watching him. He was afraid Santa was going to yell at him.
when i was little, i used to believe in santa.Then my mom would stand in front of my room and tell my dad it was ok to get all of the presents out. Thats when i found out about santa.
I believed in Santa until I was about 10, but I would have stopped sooner if it wasn't for this. One day when I was 8 years old, my mom was watching the news. They were showing some sort of clip of Santa and his reindeer flying through the air. I thought that this was footage that someone had captured of Santa! My mom told me that it was and someone from Europe had videotaped it. I really believed this! Later did I find out it was just something from a movie.
I used to believe that if you kept your stocking up, your keep getting more stuff in it. Cuz think about it, being 4 or 5 and you put your stocking up xmas eve (not knowing the difference b/t xmas and another day) and you wake up and you have candy and stuff in it. I did it and then realized that it ain't gonna work after about 2 weeks of trying!
When I was about 8 years old, I had this Barney Bedtime Book and it was around Christmas Time. They kept playing "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town". Well, the lyrics creeped me out and I thought Santa meant to burn my eyes out with the Sandman(the Barney book had a story about him). So I laid there in bed, on Christmas Eve shaking in fear.
(I have another one!)
I once, about 7, believed that the Tooth Fairy would yank all my teeth out. I always woke up in the middle of the night to make sure my mouth was shut.
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