father christmas

at christmas time, my brothers and mom (parents are divorced) they would put salt (me thinking it was snow) and they would put a footprint there, and when it was christmas morning i actually believed it was Santa

pringlez-CAT

when i was a kid my mother made me believe that santa was to be left ice tea or coffee instead of milk because he needed the energy for the rest of the night.well a few years later i finally relized why . my mother is lactose intolerant. and guess what her favorite drinks are?

maria

When I was a young child, I want to test if Santa really exists, so send a letter asking for my present a ride with him in the christmas day. Later, I realized that I would have to wait one entire year to get a real present just because I was wanting to test something that must be true, so I wrote another letter cancelling the ride and asking a Super Nintendo

Guilherme Zakka

I used to worry about how Santa could get into our house safely. We had an oil burning stove and the Chimney was very small. Even if he had enough Magic to get down the Chimney..... it would burn him up when he got there. I was so upset about Santa burning up, that my Mama finally told me that, she left the door unlocked just special on Christmas Eve so that Santa could come in. That helped me to come up with special stories for my children when we had no chimney or fireplace for him to come down. I was thrilled, as an adult, when the movie "The Santa Clause" came out! That just answered all of my questions!

Lucynda

i used to beileve that if you where bad Santa brought you a bag of light switches. My parents never wipped me so I had no idea there was any other kind of switch. I was 5

anon

I believed in Santa until I was ten, even though I pretended I didn't. Then my parents wrapped the little presents for the stocking in the same paper they'd used to wrap the presents under the tree which I'd always known came from them. Sadly I was smart so I realised the truth and there were tears on Christmas morning!

Anon

You know how "Santa"is an anagram of "Satan"? Instead af Santa, I would call him Father Christmas because I didn't want to get a gift from the devil! I was so bloody stupid...

Crazy A

One christmas I had a HUGE list for santa. And the contents weren't that cheap, either. So my dad told me to pick just one to which I scolded him, "Don't worry, daddy. They're from Santa! It's FREE!" Yeah, I didn't know the value of a dollar back then.

Em Blan Smi

I always believed in santa untill in was 14!
And then on day before christmas i was nosing in my mums room to look at my presents and then in this bag were some wrapped up.
And on christmas day i looked in my sack and saw the presents that were wrapped in the same wrapping paper and even the same shapes!
I cry when i started to open them and told my mum that i just had a very bad headache and that i felt sick.
To hide my sadness of the truth on santa

Sparky From england-nottingham

Once in second grade my friend told me that she had heard the jingle bells of "Santa's" sleigh on top of her roof on Christmas Eve.

Now in seventh grade we both know the truth about "Santa Clause".

I have to say though it was fun in my younger years believing in him!

Even though I know he's not real, I tried in the last few years to convince my parents that I really believed so I could get more presents...I know its a naughty idea but it really did work for two more years before they found out what my plan had been!

agh8475

I stopped believing in Santa Clause when i was 7 bc she used carpet deodorizor on the bottom of my dad's shoes to make it look like 'Santa' had came. I made the mistake and smelled it and it smelled like roses so that ruined it for me and my brohter!!!

Anon

I used to believe in Santa till I was 21 years old. When I saw my mum in my room filling my stocking and i saw my dad drinking the beer.

Lucy and Maggie

When I was 8 years-old I put out cookies and beer for santa claus and the next morning my dad smelt like beer and had cookie crums in his beard

Andrew

In the days when I believed in Santa, my friend Dominic told me that he didn't climb down the chimney, he had a hole which he through at the wall and climbed in through there. I liked this theory because my house didn't have a chimney

Ariane

I was almost completely deaf by the time I was five, which made "Twas the Night before Christmas" difficult to understand, because I couldnt hear the story being told clearly. I actually believed that Santa and St Nicholas were two completely different people (partners, if you will). Yet, the only "Nicholas" that I had ever heard of was the character "Nicholas", from the television show "Eight is Enough". I actually believed for a couple of years that Santa rode around with that freaky little bastard with the god-awful bowl haircut, and he helped him deliver presents. Needless to say, I watched "Eight is Enough" every week, just to score brownie points with "St Nicholas". I was a very confused child.

whizzy

i'm 11 and i belived in santa until last year when i hung baubles up on my window sill. i tried desperately to stay up, and pretending to be asleep, i secretly watched all of the room behind me in the reflection of one of the baubles on the window. I stared at my stocking for what seemed like hours, and at about 4.00am i spotted mum and dad sneaking into my room and filling my stocking with presents. i no longer belive in santa obviously, but still enjoy getting presents!!!!!

dissaponted beliver

When I was younger I used to write a letter to Santa on Xmas Eve and he would write back. Then one year I recognised the writing - it was my mum's!

Sad Kitty

My uncle once said that elves were really badchildren made to work in santa's work shop

Some guy

when I was a kid I always felt safe going to bed when one of two things were happening--1) it was raining because I didn't think anyone would break in if it were raining and 2)on Christmas eve, I honestly believed that criminals weren't heartless enough to break into someone's home on Christmas

Melanie

My parents took advantage of me and my siblings as children for our ignorance. My mom would hide the Christmas tree in the garage, and then not park the cars in there until Christmas Eve. Then she would put a chair in front of the door every day so none of us would go in there. As for our presents, we didn't seem to notice the huge lumpy things draped in bedsheets on the laundry room table.

Kelly