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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...
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
My mom used to wrap our presents and put them under the tree as she bought them. This, of course, made my brother, my sister, and myself question the existence of Santa. When asked about it, my mom said that there were just rocks in the boxes and that Santa came around to put the real presents in on Christmas Eve. This was, apparently, a completely reasonable explanation for us that we accepted for years to come.
I used to believe that you need to hide from Santa Clause, cause my parents always told me to wait in the bathroom until he was gone :))
I used to believe Santa Claus was Santa CLAWS, and that he was going to attack me on Christmas Eve. I always locked my door to try to keep him out.
When my sister and I were small, instead of leaving Santa cookies and milk we used to leave him cookies and beer. For some reason I never found this disturbing or unusual until many years later. I just thought that Santa was a beer drinker and never considered that it might be dangerous for him to drink and fly! He always left an empty beer bottle, a mess of cookie crumbs and great gifts so I'm sure he enjoyed it!
I used to believe santa claus went into the stores and bought gifts for everyone. I also thought santa claus was a billionaire. I wished he was real so I can get anything I want without financal problems.
every night on chritmas eve for some reson i always have to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, don't ask me why. but when i went my presents from "Santa" were always under the tree. i thought that Santa knew exsactly when i was going to use the bathroom so had to do my house faster than anyone else's house. good thing my parents put presents underthe tree before i used the bathroom,or i would have know when i was 4.
When I was a little girl, I used to think that Daddy's turned into Santa Clause. My father dressed up as Santa one year.Later that day, I walked passed the bedroom and saw him taking the beard off. Instead of assuming Santa wasn't real, I just thought that he had turned into Santa.I just knew I had the Secret to Santa Clause. I told all of the kids at school.
I believed there really was a Santa living in the North Pole until I was 15 (and found out by accident because of snooping in my parents' bedroom for something). All the santas at the mall and department stores were really his elves that he used magic on to make big and had great memory so they could tell the real Santa what we wanted when they magicked back to the North Pole every night.
When I was little, I didn't believe that Santa and his elves made all the toys he gave. I thought that he sent out elves in disguise as humans to buy the toys at stores. My classmate Ryan had large ears, and I thought that he might be an elf because of this.