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-i used to think that if santa found you awake on christmas eve he would muder you by smothering you in toys.
-one christmas, i got a video camera that you could put somewhere and an antenna adaptor you put in the tv would make whatever you were filming show up on tv.
-the next christmas i hid it in the tree skirt and found out that they had been decieving me.
When I was 5, my mother told me on Christmas Eve that my dolls were really alive and they have been watching me and "reporting on me" to Santa Claus all year if I really was a good little girl. She even added that they go to the tree to great Santa and offer him our cookies and milk. Then she gently kisses me goodnight and sneaked out into the hallway.
Terrified in my bed, watching the glass eyed dolls staring at me... I waited a little while... gather up everything, including Mr. T action figures and Barbies and I snuck out to the living room and put them all in the fireplace and locked the fire screen to trap them in. I figured Santa would come down and crush them before they could talk or come back to kill me in my sleep.
Needless to say, my parents were bewildered to find me asleep in the living room with the fire poker to protect me from Santa's evil spy dolls.
I used to believe that Santa was a distant relative, like an Uncle Ned who you've never met but sends you a bunch of money every year anyway. I figured Santa Clause was just some generous, rich relative that I had never met, and he decided to send us all great things every year. I never really noticed that all of my friends got things from him, too. It would always confuse me if we walked into a mall or somewhere that had a "Santa" talking to kids!
When I was a kid, there was a cute toy shop in town (still around too!) One of the people who owned it was an older man who was plump and had the beard to boot! Seriously thought that it was Santa's hangout in the off-season.
When I went to see a mall Santa Claus my mom would always go up to the guy and talk to him right before I had my turn at talking to him. After my visit I'd ask her what she said to him and she said she was just saying hello. Then my mom would take me up there and stand a few yards away while he talked to me. I always thought it was the real Santa because some how he knew my name and what I wanted for Christmas, just like the real Santa would. I finally thought about it years after I quit going to see Santa and figured out what my mom was really telling him. (My name, what I wanted, etc.)
i used to belive that if you left the fire burning in the fireplace santa come in through the doggy door, when my parents got seprated i didn't have either so i cut a hole in the screen outside my window, needless to say we didn't get our"'tenant insurance"
Sitting in bed reading, my 9 year old daughter said to me, "Mommy, you know when you are in court and you raise your hand and say you will tell the truth, I want you to raise your hand and tell me if Santa Clause is real"! She told me she was the only one in her class that believed and the kids were making fun of her. Well, I did tell her the truth about Santa, Easter Bunny, and Tooth Fairy. Two weeks later she wanted to know if God was real!
Where I grew up, I lived in an apartment with a porch but no fireplace. One year I got a present from Santa on the porch. Being morally afraid of Santa every year of Christmas (until we moved) I would make sure I would lock the porch door tight and place booby traps so Santa wouldn't come through. But every year I would get a present.
When i was about 8 it was august and i wanted to get a good start on my wish list because i was weird kid that like school supplies and i kept putting all these pictures of school supplies on my wish list. Well me dad and my older brother who was like 15 was sitting in the kitchen and he asked me what are you doing and i told him that i was cutting out pictures for my wish list. Thats when he told me there was no such thing as santa claus and i freaked out.
but then later that year i decided he was lying because he told me the tooth fairy was real and i knew she wasn't.
When I was little I was afraid to sleep alone. My family told me that Santa would not bring me presents unless I was sleeping alone. I asked my brother to please cut the bed in half for just one night so Santa would think I sleep alone.
When I was little my friends all thought I was nuts because I believed in Santa but not St. Nick. We always celebrate St. Nicholas day and get a present in our shoes that morning, and one year it was quite obvious my mom's handwriting was on the tag. She never made that mistake on Christmas. There you go.
I used to believe that Santa was real and he would not come to your house unless you and everyone in the house was completely asleep. I also believed when my mom told me that Santa came into my room and kissed my head before he left.
When I was little, I was terrified of Santa. One Christmas, I left out a marker and paper for Santa to write on and I had pctures of me to show him how much I had grown. On Christmas morning, I woke up to find the markers and pictures all back in my room. I was terrified of the fact that Santa was in my room and cried all morning.
At a young age I met 'Santa' who asked me if I had been a good little boy. I turned to my mother, incredulous. "Isn't he supposed to know that?"
When I was in kindergarten, I used to be rather spastic at church. The older kids used to tell me that Santa Claus walked around the place and watched you, and the reason I couldn't see him was because my eyes were too small. For the rest of the time I'd go to church around Christmas, I'd always keep my eyes open REALLY wide.
when i was little i was compleatly convinced that santa could hear me anywhere i was. he could hear me like god could. that letters were only an option. anyways, whenever i told my parents what i wanted i always got it and i got suspicious of them giving me what i wanted from santa. so whenever a toys r us magazine would arrive i take it to the center of the living room and say quietly to myself (eyes closed, head bowed) 'please santa gimme that' when my mother would come close to me and ask what i was doing i would bite her head off....im suprised i wasnt convicted....
Knowing that Santa Clause was always watching me and possessed of the speed to deliver all of those presents all over the world in a single night, and with annual, tangible proof of his existence, I would sometimes pray for Santa Clause to protect me if I was afraid of some situation.
When I was little, my Mom, Dad and I would stay at my Grandparents house on Christmas Eve. They had a three story house, not including basement. Well, one year I slept on the third floor. After I heard everyone go to bed I heard a loud thump on the roof, then footsteps, and then I heard something slide down the chimney that ran from top to bottom in the center of the house. Followed by a large thud from the living room downstairs and ornaments hitting eachother.
My father is kind of a nut and would try to do something like that in his younger days. So maybe it was him. But I don't think I will ever know for sure, perhaps I will question him later.
Anyways, though I am 22 and no longer believe in Santa, this event still puzzles me and makes me wonder.
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!!
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!