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I used to believe that thunder was Santa making toys.
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I used to belive elk can fly.
because my parents tell me.
When i was child,I waited the elk fly to my house on Christmas.
I snook out onto the staircase on Christmas eve once and there was someone in the dining room where we put our Christmas tree. All the lights were off so I couldn't see who it was but I just sat there for a bit and then when I thought they heard me I ran back to my room. Obviously it would have been one of my parents but I remember thinking I'd see Santa.
Every year, I wrote 'magic carpet' on my Christmas wish list. Only that. My mom would tell me she didn't think Santa could do that because he would run out of magic. I would reply, "Mommy, magic doesn't work that way." One year, I got the carpet. It was beautiful – deep blue and green with tassels. I couldn't make it fly, but I adored it anyways.
When i was a kid,i used to believe santa claus came through the chimney to bring presents.
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when i was a kid , i used to think father christmas was too fat to go trough the chimney.So , i wonder how he could deliver presents .
On the night of Christmas Eve my dad used to point to airplanes and say "Look! Its Rudolph and Santa!" I was the confused child that saw Rudolph almost every night flying around in the sky.
My parents told me that ever New Years Eve at exactly midnight, old Father Time would leave from his home within the walls and then Baby Time would move in to take his place. As Old Father Time left, he would always refill our Christmas stockings with small toys and candy!
I actually only recently stopped believing in Santa; my parents never told me that he wasn't real, and my friends always used to pretend for my sake. Then one day my friend Petra let it slip. I've never felt so unhappy. (By the way, I'm 27)
we used to believe in Santa Claus! That he would bring presents to the chlidren that were good during the year!
On Christmas Eve, I used to lay out some carrots with Santa's milk and cookies so the reindeer could have something to eat, too. I just didn't think it was fair that the reindeer did all the work and then didn't get any food for themselves.
When I was about 7 I figured out Santa couldnt of possibly delivered all those presents by sleigh, and decided that instead, he would send out fleets of big trucks that would sneak in and plant the presents in the houses really early in the morning.
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I used to believe Santa Claus lived in the clouds, as opposed to at the North Pole. I may have been mixing him up with simplified depictions of God.
I used to believe that since we didn't have a chimney, Santa would break the window or front door in the house and get his magical elves an yetis to fix it when he left.
When I was small, I realised that our house didn't have a chimney. I got really worried about this because I didn't know how Santa was going to deliver all our presents, so my Dad made a giant paper mache key and told me that Santa could use his magic to turn it into a real key so he could use the front door to get in.
As a child, I never really got the connection between Christmas and Jesus... The only thing I was concerned about was Santa. Even while I was in CCD class in first grade, I still had no clue. All I knew was that somebody important was born on Christmas. There was one day where our teachers told us we were going to watch a movie about the meaning of Christmas.
I went to school the next morning and wrote in my journal "We are going to watch a video about Santa being born!"
When I was 3 or 4 I took a speech test. I had to say the what each of the pictures were. Then I got to a picture and said "tree". The tester asked "what kind of tree?" and the best I could do was "evergreen tree". For another picture I said "man" and when she asked me to be more specific I said "big man". I had never even heard of Christmas or Santa until partway through kindergarten!
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When i was child, i used to think my father was my father christmas.
When traveling in the car at night I used to believe that the red dot in the sky was Rudolph (the red-nosed reindeer). It was just the reflection of my mom's cigarette on the glass.
I used to believe that Santa and God were really good friends and hung out together, and would switch out who's sky they went to (snowy sky or normal sky) based on the season.
I believed that Father Christmas was a very special postman who had a very big late delivery. I therefore believed the "Santa" gifts were from Jesus as it was his birthday & he was kindly giving children presents to celebrate. (My dad was a postman at the time!)