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I remember when I was about 7 planning to ask my parents on my 18th birthday (when I was to become an adult, and therefore should know everything) whether Father Christmas actually exists. I thought that because if I got my kids presents and Father Christmas gave them some aswell, they could grow up spoilt, but if I didn't get them any presents and he didn't exist, then they would be upset. I just thought I'd ask to make sure though, because OBVIOUSLY he exists or how did the sherry disappear and where did the teeth marks come from on the carrot for Rudolph?
I used to think that Father Christmas was really nice, but then my sister told me that Father Christmas was an angel of death. She told me that if you saw Father Christmas putting present down you would die. When ever on the telivison they would show a picture of Father Christmas putting presents down i would cover my eyes an ask why they showed that kind of stuff on telivision. My mum thought I had seen something bad turned the telivision off. When my sis told her about the angel of death she practily had hystarics!
I have two older sisters, and when we were little, my middle sister and I wrote letters to Santa Claus. Showed us where we could send them and get letters back(Of course, places in HER room). My oldest sister pretended to write letters to Santa like us, but really she was writing replies to the letters we had already written. She would put all of our letters in the sending spot and make sure we watched. Then while we waited outside for replies, she made excuses to go in and switched her letters to the recieving spot and hide ours somewhere where we wouldn't find them. She would come back out, and a few minutes later she would say, "Let's go see if he wrote back!" We would check, and of course our letters were gone and "Santa's" letters were there. I don't know when my sister caught on, but I didn't realize what she had done until years later!
I once saw a Christmas episode of the show 'Full House' and there was a guy dressed up as Santa on it. I knew all about fake mall santas but for some reason I thought that this looked like The Real Santa. So I asked my mom if it was really Santa and she said 'sure.' So from then on I thought the actual Santa was on Full House. I was amazed they actually got him to appear on tv.
When I was a little kid and still believed in Santa, my mom, trying to make me be good, told me "Santa is always watching you. He sees everything you do and if he sees you being bad he won't bring you any presents for Christmas."
I became terrified of Santa seeing me naked. I had to go into my closet and shut the door whenever i changed into my pajamas at night because I was so afraid of him watching me. I would imagine him outside my window looking in at night watching me. It really creeped me out.
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!!
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.
when i was little i used to believe that on christmas eve if u wernt a sleep by 9:00 and santa caught u he wouldnt leave u any presents so the night before i got my moms sleeping pills and swollowed them on christmas eve. a week later my mom asked me if i knew where they were so when i got to my room i through them out the window!
When I was very young my older sisters used to make me go down stairs on Christmas morning to check to see if the presents were there yet. For 2 or 3 years in a row when I went down stairs for the first time, there were no presents there just a brown paper bag, I would go back upstairs to my sisters and we would wait awhile, then they would send me down again, this time the presents would magically be there, for years I was convinced that all our presents came out of that paper bag.
I was convinced Santa was real - so I crept out of bed late Christmas Eve, and took up station under the lounge room sofa, hoping to catch him at his game. I was so annoyed when Dad dragged me out, telling me to go to bed - how on earth did he KNOW I was under there?
Another christmas, we went away on holidays, and when we came back, Dad told us to wait outside while he checked for burglars. We were amazed when we went inside and all our christmas presents were there - how did Santa get in the house while we weren't there!!
When I was four or five years old, my parents and I were living in an apartment at the time. It was Christmas, and I asked how Santa Claus got in, because we had no chimney. My mother told me Santa had to come in through the front door. I pointed and asked why I hadn't heard the bells on the wreath (hanging on the front door), and my parents both failed miserably in not laughing.
My friend told me that she saw Santa in the toilet when I was 7. Now, my frind's chimney was right above their toilet, so I belived her until I was 9.
Last year I baked a set of cookies for Santa to eat, and I warned my whole family not to touch the cookies. The next day, the cookies had bites taken out of 'em, but Santa didn't leave any presents! From that day, I believed Santa was a slob and a dirty thief. I stopped believing in him last year.
When I was a lickly girl I thought I had figured out the santa mystery. Following a debate at school as to whether he existed or not (the argument given against is that he could not possibly get to every house in one night). I went home and concluded that it was possible as the world had different time zones, so actually santa had quite a long time... Suprisingly none of my 7yr old friends understood me..
My uncle once said that elves were really badchildren made to work in santa's work shop
I believed in Santa until I was about 10, but I would have stopped sooner if it wasn't for this. One day when I was 8 years old, my mom was watching the news. They were showing some sort of clip of Santa and his reindeer flying through the air. I thought that this was footage that someone had captured of Santa! My mom told me that it was and someone from Europe had videotaped it. I really believed this! Later did I find out it was just something from a movie.
When I was litte, I use to wonder how Santa Clause would come inside the house with out getting dogs to bark. So I asked my mom and she would tell me that he would sprinkle dust on them so they wouldn't bark!
when i was i think 4 years old, i couldn't get to sleep on christmas eve, so i went into the bathroom to get a drink of water. when i was done, i happened to glance out the window as an airplane was flying by. i saw the light flying through the sky (i think it was even red--rudolph!) and i was totally convinced that it was santa's sleigh.
For most of my life, my houses never had chimneys. I asked my brother How Santa Claus would get into our house.(i was 7). He said that Santa walks through walls. I didn't really believe that. But what made me believe, is that on Christmas Day, I saw a crack in the wall tht i never noticed before!
When I was little I believed in santa, but didn't believe that he had toy-making elves because the stuff i got from santa was always brand-name stuff. So for some reason, I figured he had a santa discount at stores so he got toys for free. One day I was at save-on and saw a furby I wanted. I plopped it on the counter and asked the clerk, "What is involved with the santa discount?" She tried not to laugh and said, "They only do that at Thrifty" I, trying to be as grown-up as possible, calmly took the furby back to it's shelf and said, "Thank you for your help"