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When I was 5, my dad was a cop. He was involved in a high-profile drug sting, and as a result, there were death threats on him and on my family. We got used to him checking the door with a pistol in his hand.
One night in December, Dad went outside for a few minutes to "check around" as he did frequently. Suddenly, I heard bells and a loud, "HO, HO, HO!" coming from my bedroom window! I shrieked and ran for my mother in terror, and Mom asked me, "What's wrong, honey?"
My panicked response: "Mommy, we've gotta stop Daddy! He's gonna shoot Santa!"
when I was six years old I was under the impression that Santa Claus' sleigh was on my room. I looked out the window every so often. I looked on last time and was sooo convienced that it was his sleigh, but it was the our Gutter that's all! I was totally mistaken and sad...
I had a friend and her dad would be Santa every year and she told me that she was one of Santa's elves and I believed her for 5 years.
I used to believe that Santa's elves were watching me everyday and at night would report to Santa telling him if I was good or bad that day.
One year, when I was a kid and still believed in Santa, it was a cold but snowless Christmas Eve in Chicago and I wanted to wait for Santa to show up. I didn't go to bed as I was supposed to but instead waited and waited and kept on looking out my frosted bedroom window. All of a sudden my Dads car pulls up in front of our house. My Dad gets out of the car and then, lo and behold who gets out of the passenger side but none other than ole Saint Nick ( my Dads slightly lubed buddy dressed like Santa) himself. They open the trunk and remove a bag of presents and walk up to the house. I'm excited as all get up but my young mind is thinking...hey..what's up with this?
Well they come in through the front door and to their surprise ( their plan was for Dad was to slip into bed with Mom and then Santa was to make some racket to awaken us ) I'm already at the bottom of the stairs yelling out at the top of my lungs "Santa Clause is here" which then woke everybody else in my family up.
Well after Santa gave us our presents, the wheels in my young head started turning again and I looked at my Dad and asked...Daddy, why was Santa in your car and where is his sleigh and reindeers???
My Dad was stumped but Santa, with a glass of eggnog in his hand, looked at me, paused and then said "Johnny, as you can see, there's no snow on the ground or up on your roof for my sleigh to land on... so I called your father and he picked me up at O'Hare airport.
That made perfect sense to me!
i once caught my christmas list in my dad's office, when it was supposed to be at the north pole. i became upset until my father explained he had santa's fax number. i was duly impressed.
I used to put a camera along my fireplace on Christmas Eve in hopes to tape Santa.
When you caught the white fuzzy things that fly through the air, that was part of Santa Claus' beard and it meant you were being good.
my parents told me that santa hired elves that made cookies and built toys and they lived among us (i had discovered my uncle was dressed as santa one year) and so my aunt and uncle were secret "elves" and that was how there were so many santas in so many shopping malls, because the elves relayed the information back to headquarters. i couldn't believe i had elves in my family.
I used to believe that Santa used to come round to children's houses on Chrismas eve carrying baby Jesus with him. I thought that children had to be quiet so that they wouldn't wake baby Jesus. I used to also believe that if children were very good, Santa would give them some of baby Jesus' toys that he didn't want any more.
I used to believe that Sinterklaas (a Dutch mythical figure who is said to come to the Netherlands every year around December, and then on the 5th of December -his birthday- he rides with a white horse on the roof to throw presents through the chimneys of houses where the good children live, while the bad children are taken away in a sack to Spain -as far as I know, Father Christmas was based on this figure) lived in the house next to that of my grandparents, because it was a big house and the inhabitants had stacked a lot of toilet paper in front of one of the windows, and I figured that was because Sinterklaas and all his Zwarte Pieten (Black Peters, the helpers of Sinterklaas) lived there, and because they were with so many people, they would need a lot of toilet paper. I believed this even though I also believed that Sinterklaas lived in Spain (while my grandparents lived in the Netherlands), and would often look outside my bedroom window in the hopes of seeing one of the Pieten (who I believed would only come out at night, for some reason I also believed that Sinterklaas and the Pieten would all be asleep during the day).
when i was little my mom would tell me all kinds of stories and she made them sound so convincing i beleived them all! One Christmas eve, we were staying in Miami and my mom was reading me Christmas books, when this red light took off in the sky. Of course, i beleived her when my mom told me it was Rudolph the rednosed reindeer leading Santa's sleigh... turns out we were very close to the airport - it was a plane taking off!!!
my little sister used 2 be frightened of father christmas when she was little- LOL!!!!
coz she thought that it was scary that he could climb into anyone's house whenever he felt like it. She didn't want to get on his bad side so whenever she wrote the letter to him- you know, saying what presents she wanted- she was really sucking up, all "thankyou so so much for last year's presents, i love them very very much they're so lovely... please could i have w and x and y, and is you think ive been really really good could i please have z. But you don't have to get me all of those things if i've not been good enough. Thankyou so so so much xxxxxxxxxxxxx."
Incredibly sick-making stuff.
I used to believe that Santa's elves had hidden cameras in every place in the world. They reviewed the footage in the North Pole, in a big futuristic base. I also believed that in addition to the cameras, each house had it's own elf watching their every move and documenting every bad deed. Needless to say, I was a very well behaved child.
I was born on Christmas, and my parents often told me that I was a gift from Santa Claus. I was already upset to believe that I was not their real child, and to make it worse my mother often told me that one Christmas Santa would come down the chimney and take me back.
I was so upset and terrified of Santa that I hated having to sit on Santa's lap at the mall for pictures.
It was because of this that i stopped believing in Santa at an early age.
I believed superheroes got their powers by taking special pills, and if I asked Santa for those pills he would give them to me, too.
One of my friends used to be scared of Santa because they were thinking, "Oh no- someone's going to break into our house!"
I used to believe that Santa Clause would give me and my sister more presents if he thought that we loved each other. Every Christmas Eve, we would sleep in the same bed and make sure that we put our arms around each other so he would see how affectionate we were and give us more presents.
I used to believe that if you were not in bed on christmas night, Santa would arrive and not give you any presents.
december, my mother would tell me that "Christmas is right around the corner". Until christmas arrived, every day I would run down to the end of our street to see if santa was coming with the toys.