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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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!!
I knew that santa would come into the house through the chiminy n get gifts for christmas, so i used to ask my parents to rent a house which has chiminy no matter it has fire place or not...
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My dad used to tell my brother and I that the reason Santa's elves shoes were pointy was to poke out the eyes of any boys or girls who caught him delivering presents. Needless to say we were in bed asleep through the night on Christmas eve in order to keep our eye balls intact.
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Growing up in warm, humid Texas, we never had a fireplace in our house. I asked my mom how it was that Santa had managed to get into our house all these years. She told me he had keys to all the houses without fireplaces. I believed that until I was eight or nine, then found out the truth about Santa.
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when i was young my dad would say that "christmas was around the corner" and so i would ride my bike to the end of the block and around the bend looking for snow and christmas lights.
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I once got worried at Christmas that Santa would bring his reindeer down the chimney and into the house with him, and that the reindeer would poo on the carpet.
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When I was younger I'd spend ages choosing what to leave out for Santa & Rudolf. In the end, I decided on Rice Krispies for Rudolf, because he "must get bored of carrots". On Christmas morning I was so excited when I saw that the Rice Krispies had been spilt everywhere, surely only Rudolf could have done that? Oh dear.
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