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My little girl is 4 years old and we have just written a letter to Mrs & Mr Santa Claus, lol, she believes in Mrs Santa more so for some reason, its magical to see the wonder in her eyes, (I stopped believing many many years ago), but this brings it all back and now I wait to hear the bells and the jingling once again, its fantastic. Merry Christmas to you all xx
Wisha
When i was about 4 and my sister was 3, we refused to go to bed on Christmas Eve. So, on this paticular Christmas Eve, My sister and I were in our room and our mother was trying to put us to bed. She said that if we were awake, Santa wouldn't come. At that moment, we heard bells and footsteps on the roof. She told us that Santa stopped by to check on us and he would only come back when we fell asleep. We did right away. Little did we know that our father had climbed to the roof to trick us into going to sleep.
Kerri
When I was little, I belived that Santa would bring me presents. I belived this up until grade five because that year we were low on money and I was sure there was no way we would have christmas. However, when I went upstairs chirstmas morning, I found enough presents for myself and my whole family. I couldn't belive that the stockings were full and the tree had more than one present for each of us. I belived for another six months because of that. Then my parents told me that they had set money aside all year in order to have some for christmas.
I still prefer my version where Santa saved the day.
Kayle
When I was 7 or 8 years old, I was riding with my parents along a street in our small town. Lo and behold, there was Santa walking with a bag of goodies! My dad pulled the car alongside, and Santa jovially wished us "Merry Christmas" and presented me with a Hershey bar. I was agog that, first of all, we'd encountered Santa during a casual Saturday afternoon outing and, secondly, that my parents obviously were well acquainted with him, as they chatted in a most familiar manner. As we pulled away, I commented that Santa had been wearing a ring "just like Uncle Elmer's!" "Are you sure?" my mother said doubtfully, throwing me off the scent. It wasn't until a few years later I realized I'd been had!
Betsy 
when i was little i used to believe that on christmas eve if u wernt a sleep by 9:00 and santa caught u he wouldnt leave u any presents so the night before i got my moms sleeping pills and swollowed them on christmas eve. a week later my mom asked me if i knew where they were so when i got to my room i through them out the window!
pandamanda
My family has lived for years on an old country road a fair ways out of town. For the past few years, an old man (who happens to be the father of a friend of mine) has driving down this street, slow as possible, in a large red Ford half ton. He's a spitting image of your average Hollywood Santa. Plump man, big long white beard, slightly balding, jovial looking. He would wave at everyone he saw. My Mom's friend's daughter, who is 6, was misbehaving once when they were visiting, and "Santa" drove by. We informed her that he was checking up on everyone, and that if she didn't smarten up, all we had to do was leave a note in the window so when he drove back, he would know she was being bad. Scared her straight.
Since then, "Santa" has passed away. Mind you, she still behaves well when she visits...
Veshka
top belief!
My grandmother always told me that pigeons were 'Father Christmas' birds who went back and told him everything you did (this was after a expressed my scepticism that Santa could really know all that stuff). Also, when I was really little and was getting excited about Christmas, my mother told me that it wasn't the next day but the one after. Then, when there were presents under the tree the next day, she would admit that she must have been wrong. It's almost embarrasing how long I believed that and how often I fell for it.
KB
My grandfather used to tell me that he could call Santa Clause up and tell him I was being bad and then Santa wouldn't leave me any presents. I was skeptical but sort of believed him because he would pick up the phone and talk to "Santa".
Kimberly
as a little boy my father told me that Santa was tired of cookies and milk so I used to leave beer and salami sandwiches. I got wise when one christmas morining I discovered 3 empties when I had left only 1. I was 25 at the time.
larry
When I was little, I used to believe in Santa Claus. Every christmas, I usually go to the kitchen to see if the cookies and milk was gone. My parents always leave them on the table the day before Christmas, so they told me that Santa Claus will come to eat them and I believed them. When I woke up at Christmas Day, I went to the kitchen to find the cookies and milk gone.
i thoght that that santa claus was real ;_;...
gaby
top belief!
During my mom's childhood, they told her that if she wasn't sleep by the time Santa came, he would put pepper in her eyes. She was terrified of Santa Claus.
Charlotte-Rose's dad (see below) must have been quite picky, carving up the 'reindeer' carrots with a vegie peeler. As far as I know, my parents actually chewed on them!
They also used to write thankyou notes from Santa, for all the nice food and drink. As I got older, I wondered why the handwriting looked a lot like my dad's.
Mel
top belief!
When I was little, Rudolph used to fly around my house on Christmas Eve. Someone would be like "Sandy! Go look!" and I would run to the window and see the red light flashing.
Finally one year, I noticed my Dad was never around to see Rudolph.
sandy
When I went to see a mall Santa Claus my mom would always go up to the guy and talk to him right before I had my turn at talking to him. After my visit I'd ask her what she said to him and she said she was just saying hello. Then my mom would take me up there and stand a few yards away while he talked to me. I always thought it was the real Santa because some how he knew my name and what I wanted for Christmas, just like the real Santa would. I finally thought about it years after I quit going to see Santa and figured out what my mom was really telling him. (My name, what I wanted, etc.)
Lee
One day my older cousins told me Santa was racist because he never visited the home of any little black kids in the books and movies. So I didn't like him and didn't want him in our house.
My daughter was about 9 years old and none of her friends believed in Santa any more. Well, she was a believer and I wasn't going to let her friends ruin it. As they sat in the back of my car one day, one of them said "you know, not everyone believes in Santa Claus". I responded by roaring "WE BELIEVE IN SANTA - AND IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE HE WONT COME TO YOUR HOUSE"! (I scared the you know what out of this little girl!). Anyway, after an uncomfortable pause, my daughter looked at the other girl and said "yeah, you gotta be stupid not to believe in Santa". She's 14 and to this day has never admitted that she doesn't believe.
Mean Mom
top belief!
It was actually my daughter. We had bought her her first little bike when she was about 3 and had put it up in the loft of our garage until Christmas. On Christmas morning she came racing into our room screaming that Santa had been to our house. When I asked how did she know she said "because he went up in the loft and got that bike down for me". So much for my hiding place.
Ditzy mom
As Christmas approached, whenever I misbehaved, my Mom used to pick up the phone to call Santa and rat me out that I belonged on the "naughty list." I'd beg and plead for her not to make that call, and it always straightened me out for at least a few days.
RT, Sutter Creek, CA
I used to believe that Santa Claus was real and that if I were a good a girl I would have plenty of gifts at Xtsmas time
Gaelle
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