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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

Anon
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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)

look at me!!!
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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.

Anon
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When I was little, I thought Santa lived on the moon

Nikki
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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!

Chinky Lil
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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!

Mark Yardley
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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!

lea
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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.

ashley
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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.

Dog-Lover :-)
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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.

Tee hee
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I thought that Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy were real.

Tina
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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

Jess
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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

molly
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I used to bieleve that santa would eat the cookies and drink the milk. when i heard noises i went to the kitchen, my Dad didn't hear me but i found my dad eating the cookies and drinking the milk, i thought he was stealing from Santa. I didn't talk to him for a bout a week because i thought that we didn't get as many presents that year because my dad ate Santas food.

Matt
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My Mom told us that if we were bad at Christmas time that the grinch would and poop in our stocking, and Santa would leave nothing.

Lisa
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One year, I wrote a letter to Santa Claus and left it on the fireplace with the cookies and milk on Christmas Eve. It was, of course, gone in the morning... Years later, I was looking for a flashlight in my mom's dresser and came across the note. Shocking? You bet.

A disillusioned kid
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When i was little i knew (everyone knew) that Santa was a fat ass. So i always thought that he couldnt fit down the chimemny. So i used to think he had a secret key to everyones house and came thruogh the front door with the reindeer in the driveway. i got scared because i thought he would just randomly come over because he had a key.

Alexxandria
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We have a gas fire in our house. I used to wonder how Father Christmas could get out. I used to imagine him unscrewing the firething from the wall. Either that or sticking his elbow through a window, plonking the presents down, and fitting a new sheet of glass in the broken one's place.

Captain Doormat
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When I was a kid my dad once tried to explain to me that the fictional Santa Claus wasn't real by telling me that He was in fact the one leaving the presents for me. After this I assumed my dad WAS in fact THE Santa Claus. I remember being so proud to have Santa Claus as my father!

Saint Nick's daughter
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where i come from there's something like santa clause. he looks like the pope in a red gown, riding a white horse and he's got helpers in bright outfits and they have hats with puffy feathers. they would pop down the chimney and put gifts and chocolate in your shoes.

when my family moved to an apartment, with no chimney, i used to believe they'd have special liquid helpers. they could glide through our heating system, very flexible workers.

marune
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