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When I was a kid, sometimes my Christmas presents from "Santa" would still have stickers on them from Toys-r-us on them. For this reason, until I was about 8 I believed that Santa was the CEO of toys-r-us - either that or he stole the toys from them!

Sarah
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One christmas, I think I was about 7 or so, I woke up really early and proceeded with the usual stocking check. However, when I entered the lounge room, I noticed Santa had left his wrapping devices (ie. sticky tape, wrapping paper, the same our presents had been wrapped with, and scissors) on the coffee table.

k.c.
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When I was really young, I would believe that the blinking lights on top of those massive electrical posts that are metal where Rudolph.

My mother would tell me during the summer "honey, its rudolph and Santa watching over you all year around."

I would cry because I never got to see the sled - only a blinking red light, that I mistook for a reindeer nose. :)

Confused
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i used to know that santa wasn't real, but someone was really dressed up as santa because they had a huge scar down their body from where the presents came, and he had to wear the costume or he would scare all the kids.

simon white, buckingham
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When i was just a young boy, i do remember the teachers at school after christmas called up every child who believed that they had meet santa. They were told to describe what he looked like and what he sounded like, now i remember why all of the teachers were laughing at the time.

Matt, Coventry UK
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Whenever Christmastime rolled around, my dad would call up my aunt and ask her to pretend to be Santa Claus for me. Then Dad would put me on the phone, and my aunt would affect a husky voice and asked me what I wanted for Christmas. Once I asked my dad if I could have "Santa's phone number" but he told me I would have until I went to college, like all the other adults. Saved me the trouble of writing a letter, I suppose...

Also, one year on Christmas Eve, I heard a loud noise like metal crashing somewhere outside my bedroom. I assumed that Santa had fallen down the flue, banging against the grille in front of our fireplace. So, the next year, I asked my parents to move the grille out of the way so that Santa wouldn't bump into it.

Kitty Kat
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i used to believe that santa and my parents were good friends who talked all the time. this is cause when i was bad one day, my father called up my uncle and told him to tell me on the phone that he was santa, and that i wouldn't get any presents if i didn't stop being bad. so "santa" told me i was bad and had to behave myself, and then i cried not knowing it was my uncle until years later

nikki
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When I was little I remember being so scared I would cry myself to sleep on christmas eve cause I didn't like strange people in our house, even if it was father christmas.

Anon
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When I was little and we went Cristmas shopping I wen to see Santa while in the department store. When we went to another department store to do some more shopping, my mother told me that Santa had just moved over there, and I believed it.

Stomper
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My daughter has always been a cynic. I tried desperately to keep her believing in the fantasy, going so far as to have a friend drop off gifts from Santa inside my house while we were out of town. That worked for another couple of years, every time she'd start to wonder I'd remind her...but finally and mind you she was only 6! She insisted that I tell her if Santa was real...Convinced that she really wanted to know and uncomfortable with out and out lying, especially since she'd been so persistent about her doubts for so many years in her young life, I tried the old "the SPIRIT of Santa is real, the spirit of love and giving..." but no, she wasn't buying any of it and insisted she wanted to know if Santa was a real person.

So finally I broke down and confessed that I was her Santa Claus, and yes I was the one who wrapped her presents and put them under the tree like all little girls and boys parents, and that's why some children recieved more at Christmas than others...While I was rambling her eyes grew huge and round and she blurted out, "Your Santa?! Where are all your reindeer and how do you get around the world in one night???" I guess she wasn't quite as ready not to believe as I had thought :)

Ladybug2535
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I was an army brat, and believed my mother when she told us that all the
"extra" Santas were his "helpers". How else could the newsman announce Santa's departure from the North Pole right after I'd seen him waving from a helicopter on the military base AND ringing the bell for the Salvation army kettle (in several locations I might add). I was perplexed as to how you could tell who the real one was. My mother told me that you could never be sure, so I'd better be nice to them all....

Since we moved every year and even lived in Germany for awhile, my mother was forced to be very creative in explaining the different customs and Christmas quirks wherever we lived. I don't kow exactly when I outgrew my belief, I guess it all just strained my credibility too much. But the highlight of my life was singing Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer while sitting on Santa's knee in the crowded town hall for Ogden, Kansas when I was 9. My friends excitedly told me the next day that I'd been on the radio! With Santa no less. I was quite a hero with my crowd for a while, especially since I had recieved an extra large "special" stocking stuffed with toys and candy from him for my song.

Ladybug2535
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My mom was frequently laid off from work around Christmastime when I was a kid. I never understood why she was so worried about financial stuff around Christmas. She explained to me that Santa made the gifts himself and brought them for free, but she had to pay the post office a fee for him to deliver them.

Anon
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At the age of eight or so I found out that Santa didn't really come down the chimmney and leave behind presents, but I refused to believe that he didn't actually exist; instead I insisted that he had a remote control that he used to make my parents buy me toys at the right time of year, because he was so old that he was probably retired anyway, and besides, my parents would NEVER buy me toys on their own...

bubukaba
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Where I grew up, I lived in an apartment with a porch but no fireplace. One year I got a present from Santa on the porch. Being morally afraid of Santa every year of Christmas (until we moved) I would make sure I would lock the porch door tight and place booby traps so Santa wouldn't come through. But every year I would get a present.

Angela
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I also was told that due to not having a chimney, Santa had a magic key. I would listen intently, and I swore one year I hear the keys jingling then opening the front door!

anon
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My father told my sister and I one year on Christmas eve that Santa and the reindeer were getting really tired of all of the milk and Christmas cookies that all the nice girls and boys left him and that what Santa would REALLY like was just a beer and a salami sandwich.

Did we leave it for him? You bet!

Look for my dad's story about the children in China above!

shallahb
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One year at Christmas, my parents were tired of being woken at the wee hours of the morning, so my father told us a little white lie. He actually told us that there had been SO MANY children born in China in the past year that Santa could not POSSIBLY make it to our house before 8 a.m. that year, and that we needed to stay in bed until then. I don't remember anymore whether or not it worked.

My father had all kinds of Santa stories - look for the one about beer and salami below!

shallahb
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When I was four or five years old, my parents and I were living in an apartment at the time. It was Christmas, and I asked how Santa Claus got in, because we had no chimney. My mother told me Santa had to come in through the front door. I pointed and asked why I hadn't heard the bells on the wreath (hanging on the front door), and my parents both failed miserably in not laughing.

Eternal Skeptic
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Sitting in bed reading, my 9 year old daughter said to me, "Mommy, you know when you are in court and you raise your hand and say you will tell the truth, I want you to raise your hand and tell me if Santa Clause is real"! She told me she was the only one in her class that believed and the kids were making fun of her. Well, I did tell her the truth about Santa, Easter Bunny, and Tooth Fairy. Two weeks later she wanted to know if God was real!

Karen Spicer
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When I was a kid, I was told about Santa Clause like most young children. The difference is that when Santa was in your house delivering toys, if you were awake and tried to take a peek at santa that he would spit in your eyes. The spit would make you blind until he would leave if not for life.

Anon
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