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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.
I used to believe in Santa
Having lived my first 4 years of life in northern Massachussetts, I just KNEW that Santa came by sleigh on the snow that was always on the ground at Christmas. When my Dad was stationed in Hawaii, I was terrified that Santa wouldn't come because there was no snow. Being a little kid, I never really had looked outside at night and saw all the bugs that come out at night in Hawaii, and as I looked anxiously for Santa, I saw them. Then I KNEW that in places where there wasn't snow, the bugs all came out to hold up Santa's sleigh. I could go to bed satisfied that Christmas would come.
i used to belive when i was four on christmas eve father christmas would eat the mince pies then he would eat me because his belly is really big .i got told that because i wouldnt go asleep on christmas eve i was to exited.
My dad made Christmas awesome when I was little. One year when I was sleeping, he took some bells and scattered them around the yard and-get this-that same year he took a brownie and molded it to look like poop and on Christmas morning he took me out to the yard to show me it and told me it was reindeer poop and the bells fell off of Santa's sleigh.
And, on the other the side of his Christmas fun, he always would have my mom and i make his favorite kind of cookie to give to Santa because he thought it was an excuse for us to make him cookies!
When i was 10 ive been asking my mum for a apple laptop.like ill never get it but she kept saying "not this year maybe next year",which drived me nuts.then i suspected something, that how does she know that iom not going to get a laptop. then b4 christmas i asked her "is santa rlly real" and she said no im santa
!! that broke my heart i used 2 love santa :(:(:(:(;(
I thought Santa and St Nicholas were diffrent people. That St Nicholas was one of Santa's Reindeer. His best Reindeer.
when i was 9 years old i find out father christmas
was not real by one day i went in to my mum and dads room and i asked my mum and dad if i could have a laptop and one night my mum and dad was down stairs so i went in to my mum and dads room and i saw a laptop and when it was christmas i wack up and the laptop was on the end of my bed saying by christmas
When I was young, I would write letters to Santa, the Easter bunny, the tooth fairy... and the mailman. I even drew him pictures. I'm still not sure how he ended up being ranked alongside the tooth fairy and Santa in my head! I don't think Mom ever put any of my letters in the mail box.
I am 14 and I still believe in Santa Clause. Once when I was 7 years old he came to our house on Christmas Eve. He knocked on the door and gave me and my brother a teddy bear each, and reminded us to be in bed when we were told to get into our beds. That was an awesome Christmas.
When I was little, about 5 years old, I believed in Santa and his reindeer. Then, on that same christmas, my dad told me that he saw Rudolph and the other reindeer on the roof, and he gave them carrots. I am 11 now and now I know that Santa, Rudolph, and the reindeer don't exist.
One time around Christmas, I wondered why there wasn’t any soot on the floors after Santa came down the chimney to put down our gifts. My dad told me it was because he (Santa) carried around a very quiet vacuum cleaner to clean up the soot before he left.
i used to set up traps to try and catch santa. i never caught him.
when i was little my dad told me that on christmas eve at 12 am my pets would talk to my dad and santa like they were humans and I believed him...
Once on Christmas Eve I woke up at about 11:00 pm to go to the bathroom and heard what I now know was my father shaking a sleighbell just incase my brother and I were awake. We believed if Santa came and we were awake he wouldn't give us anything. So of course I believed the bells were actually Santa and I remember thinking how pissed off my brother was going to be the next day when we had no presents because I'd needed to use the bathroom.
when i was little, i was convinced that God and Santa were best friends and shared information with each other. i know now that santa doesnt exist, and im agonistic