father christmas
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I remember once, the first Christmas I remember, (in kindergargen), we went to my uncle's house for Christmas, and while we were driving the two hour drive back, I thought that Santa would've left more presents for us at our house, and was sorely disapointed that he hadn't, even though my mom told me he probably wouldn't have.
When I was a lickly girl I thought I had figured out the santa mystery. Following a debate at school as to whether he existed or not (the argument given against is that he could not possibly get to every house in one night). I went home and concluded that it was possible as the world had different time zones, so actually santa had quite a long time... Suprisingly none of my 7yr old friends understood me..
I used to think that Father Christmas was really nice, but then my sister told me that Father Christmas was an angel of death. She told me that if you saw Father Christmas putting present down you would die. When ever on the telivison they would show a picture of Father Christmas putting presents down i would cover my eyes an ask why they showed that kind of stuff on telivision. My mum thought I had seen something bad turned the telivision off. When my sis told her about the angel of death she practily had hystarics!
I used to believe that Santa Claus really existed until I was 11 years old(so embarassing)! No wonder, when I asked for an expensive toy, my parents told me Santa doesn't give really expensive toys.
When I was about 8, I noticed in the holiday books that Santa Claus was fat, so on the next Christmas, I left him fat free cookies.
I used to beleive that if I was awake when Santa Claus came, he would come and get me.
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When I was about 10 or 11 my dad told me there was no Santa Claus...I was shocked! I covered my shock up pretty well by telling him that "I just kept going along with it because I thought I'd get more presents."
I used to believe in santa till i was very exicted and rushed downstair at night time to peek if santa was there only i founded out that it was just my dad T.T
when i was little my dad, (who is a doctor) used to tell me and my brother that he had looked after santa claus when he got his leg broken by a reindeer. he told us that santa supported arsneal F.C and his favourite colour was orange! i actually beleived him! (until i was four)
I used to leave santa beer. i thought that he needed it after dodging brats who would try to stay up and see him. So i left him beer.
on christmas, i couldn't sleep, and i came back down and my mom was drinking santa's beer. so i gave him a whole 6 pack and told my mom not to drink it. when i came down the next morning, there was a note saying santa was in a sled accident. he was drinking and driving and hit the statue of liberty. (i live in Baltimore) after that, i just gave him milk and cookies.
When I was little, I thought Santa lived on the moon
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The beleif that santa is real is the most common for kids, i know, but my beleif was probably a little stronger. This was due to the fact that every christmas after I went to bed my dad would trash the living room. He would throw dirt around, put boot marks everywhere, spill the sherry i left for santa... one time he even lodged one of his wellies in our fireplace. we had to leave it outside for poor santa to collect! Of course, this gave me a terrible impression of santa, a messy drunk intruder!
When I was little I really believed in Santa. So much so infact, I cried for hours when my parents said he wouldn't be coming because I hadnt gone to bed when I was supposed to. They eventually talked me round, convincing me he would come if I was good in the future. How I look back and chuckle to myself!
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Once when I was being naughty my mam told me she had a hotline straight to santa I spent years trying to find the number and picking up the phone saying hello is that santa, it wore off by the time I was 7!
every christmas eve, the whole family would gather together at my grandparents house. we would have a huge dinner, then afterwards, we would open presents. i once asked one of my aunts how i could open the ones marked "from: santa" the nite before christmas, and they told me they brought empty boxes that were from santa, and while we were eating, he would become invisible and come fill them up.
I used to beleive that Father Christmas was a red nosed, fat guy who left us presents until I was about 7. Father Christmas was always at the malls and I always wondered why he was at the mall and not working on the presesnt. One day we went to two different malls and I saw two Father Christmas's. Weird, I thought. I went and sat on his lap and he gave me a blue candy cane. I ran I showed my mum. I wailed, "I don't like blue! Father Christmas is mean!" On Christmas Eve I slept in my mum and dad's room.
When I was 3/4 I thought that Father Christmas came in and gave you prestenst and tucked you in to bed on Christmas. I was afraid of the fat guy with a red nose coming into my room! I always slept in my parents room on Christmas.
I thought that Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy were real.
We always left milk and cookies for Santa and baby carrots for the reindeer. Well, one Christmas morning, I found that Rudolph wasn't very hungry the previous night and had only nibbled on his carrot and left it! Those teeth marks were huge! Amazing! Absolute proof about flying reindeers! I believed in Santa until 6th grade because of that...
Three years later I learned that my dad was the one with the reindeer teeth. :B
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One year around christmas i was being pretty bad so my mom said that if i wasnt good i would get coal in my stocking. I imediatly burst into tear and said I Dont want slaw in my stocking. I thought she was refering to coal slaw and that was the worst food my five year old brain could imagine
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