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It's a well known saying that if you don't go to sleep, Santa won't come to your house. I used to lay in bed agonizing over it, knowing that I HAD to go to sleep, but I would be so worked up about it that I couldn't fall asleep.
I used to believe up till i was around 10 years old that Santa Claus didn't exist since I was told that he died in a sleigh accident :)
Until i was 8, I believed that, If you didn't have a chimney, Santa Clause would come in through the toilet.
I used to believe that my mom had Santa's phone number. Everytime i heard here on the phone around christmas, I would have a little internal freak-out that Santa would bring me coal
One Christmas morning when I was little my dad woke me up and told me to come to the livingroom, quick. There were snowy footprints on the carpet leading from the fireplace, circled the tree, stopped at the milk and cookies, and back up the chimney. I believed I had JUST missed Santa
Thanks to my sociopath uncle I used to believe that if I was bad Santa's evil cousin Blood Clause would come down the chimney and put me into his burlap sack, fly to the south pole, bake me into meatloaf and eat me. Needless to say I was a very well behaved child.
I used to think santa clause lived and worked street lights because he needed something to do when it wasn't christmas
I used to believe that if I stayed up to see Santa, the elves would poke my eyes out with their pointy shoes. All of my older cousins told me this and I never tried staying up to see Santa.
I used to believe that since there was Santa Claus, there must be a Hannukah Man. I thought he drove in a 1960's Oldsmobile to our house and put presents by the Menorah.
When I was little, I used to believe that if you weren't asleep when Santa came he would send his elves down the chimney to poke out your eyes with their pointy shoes. Nightmares for weeks after Christmas until my dad finally convinced me he was joking.
We didn't have a chimney in our house. Father Christmas had to come in through the letter box.
Every Christmas my grandpa used to tell me that Santa had just left and that he talked and drank and ate the milk and cookies with him.
I believed that Santa Clause lived on the moon. I mean how else could he see you when you was sleeping?
When my brother was about 6 he was concerned that Santa would have a difficult time getting into our house because we didn't have a chimney. The only logical solution to him was to leave the front door unlocked. Sometime during the night a gust of wind blew the door open. We woke up Christmas morning to arctic conditions in our living room complete with inch-deep snow drifts on the carpet.
One Christmas I noticed that my mom and Santa had the same handwriting. When I pointed this out to my mom she said, "Santa has lots of helpers." It suddenly all made sense. My mom was one of Santa's helpers and she didn't go to work because she was secretly making toys somewhere. Maybe even in our house! I never did find the secret toy factory in my house.
When we put out cookies and milk for Santa Claus I thought that you had to put out creamy full fat milk and thats why Santa is so fat
My brother used to tell me when i was younger that he met Santa and went for a ride in his sleigh to help deliver presents once. I used to hope that Santa would take me too.
Wen I was little, I used to believe that every night before Christmas, Santa Claus came and left me all the gifts that I had asked.
When i was little instead of leaving milk out for santa my parents would convince me to leave a glass of whiskey for him instead. Now I know why and it makes me laugh.
When my sister and I were little, my dad use to tell us that the only reason why the other kids didn't believe in Santa was because they were deemed to be very bad kids. He use to also say that other kids would try really hard to make us not believe in Santa so we can be bad kids like them. Since my dad was a single parent raising two girl, he did EVERYTHING possible to keep us believing so we would stay good kids ... haha.
My dad had me going until I was 14 (yes I said 14) believe me HE WAS GOOD!! Brainwashing-ly GOOD!!