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I thought very long and hard about the Father Christmas issue as a child. I eventually came to the conclusion that he couldn't possibly be what everyone said. How could a fat man and some magic deer go all around the world, dispensing brand name toys out of the back of an apparently limitless pile on a sled? No, to my 8 year old brain, the answer was simple: This "Father Christmas" was an alien. I confronted my parents with my findings and they were told me the truth.
i used to believe that santa could shrink really small, because one year i said to my mum "how does santa get in? we don't have a chimney" so my mum told me he came in through the letter box.....
Also, bit emmbaressing this, i am 15 and it was only last year, i asked my mum if santa minds us going to bed later and she told me "Heather, Santa doesn't exsits it's me that puts the presents out" i was absolutly gobsmacked!! more that my mum could lie to me all that time than the fact he didn't exsist!!
When i was younger my dad told me that the elves would watch me through the windows so they'd know if I was behaving so they could tell Santa. For years I would be afraid to go neer any windows around christmas and since my bed is next to a window I wouldnt go to sleep because I thought they'd get in the house and watch me sleep.
I was always curious as to how Santa looked but my mother always said to me if he sees you peeping while he puts your presants under the tree he will take them back as only naughty children did that.
When I was younger, my little sister and I used to sleep in the attic on Christmas eve, and one year I couldn't fall asleep (too excited) and distinctly (according to my imagination) hear jingle bells and reindeer's hooves on the roof. In the morning, I told my sister about it, and for the next five years or so she stayed up late Christmas eve listening for Santa to land on the roof again.
In Switzerland our Santa Clause comes for a visit on 6th of December and you get either treats if you were good all year or you get a whip (you don't get hit but he actually gives you the whip as a symbol, though of course all the kids always get the treats, usually a boot filled with clementines, peanuts, chocolate, etc.) Santa Clause checks if you were good in a really large book, where all the children's names are supposed to be written.
My grandfather has a white beard, a deep voice and in his sitting room there is a very large, old book, so, naturally, I believed he was Santa Clause until it turned out the book was an illustrated Bible from the 17th century...
I remember thinking of the song "Santa Clause is comming to town" and remembering the line about him seeing me when I'm sleeping and awake and then realised he sees EVERYTHING I do, for weeks I was afraid to go to the bathroom, take baths and change into clean clothes because I didn't want santa to see me naked.
When my brothers and I were kids (really young, probably kindergarten age) my grandpa told us Santa Clause committed suicide and he found him in a dumpster. We really thought there would be no more Christmas.
Yup, my mom sure was mad at him.
My best friend was born on and grew up on Christmas Island, and her dad has always had a big white beard. One day she confided in me that she had for the longest time harboured a secret belief that her dad was Father Christmas.
When we were younger, we used to believe in santa claus, and bugeyman!
We also, used to believe,in Peter Pan, and we used to believe, Peter Pan will go to search us
When I was 4 years old, I used to believe in Santa Claus, and I had to sleep early because Santa Claus didn't leave toys, if sombody in the family was awake. For that reason on Christmas Eve, we went to sleep very early,.because we liked to get toys.
When my little sister was about 4, she overheard my mother comment, "It's getting close to Christmas. We really should give Sandy a call." - being our cousin Sandy. Well, my sister thought she said Santa and was crazy with excitement that she would get to talk to Santa on the phone. When she never did, she was terribly disappointed and we didn't figure the whole thing out till a few days after Christmas.
As a kid I had a back up plan at Christmas, if Santa thought I had been bad and didn't bring me any gifts I had it planned that I would simply set out all my toys that I already had and just act surprised. For some reason I thought my parents would fall for it if it actually came down to that. I have no reason why I actually ever came up with this because I was a really good kid!
Father Christmas used to like a bottle of beer in our house so I'd imagined how he'd feel when he got home after visiting every house imagine all that beer in one night. No wonder he had a red nose and a beer belly.
i do believe in santa but in one way i don't!!!!!
when i was a kid i used to think santa had a magic key that opened every door since we didnt have a chimney.... also in that song where santa sees everything we do i thought it was only logical he had a crystalball to see us like pshcics :P
I use to believe that Santa was one of the wise-men that brought gifts to baby Jesus! I still believe that Santa existed!
I used to believe that santa had a spare key to our house because we had no chimney.
I used to beleive that Santa stole all the presents and candy on christmas eve and that we went to bed early on christmas eve so that noone would see him stealing the presents.
i thought santa was gods brother