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In New Hampshire, there is an amusement park called "Santa's Village." There were rides and of course Santa was there! Well I use to believe that the Santa at Santa's Village was the real Santa. Infact, I remember discussing Santa with my friends as a child and we all agreed that the Santa from Santa's Village was the real Santa.
When I was growing up, my baby sister was really gullible, especially when Daddy told her stuff. One Christmas Eve, we we're living in the country, and my dad jumped up, grabbed his shotgun, and ran outside. After hearing two shots, he came back inside, announcing, "That'll teach that fat old man to try to land his reindeer on my roof" Needless to say, Nancy ran screaming through the house, "Daddy shot Santa!!! Daddy shot Santa!!!" Mom looked at her and said, "Nancy, this is your Daddy your talking about."... She thought for a second, shrugged her shoulders and said "Oh, okay."
I always believed in Santa until I was probably about seven. I only found out because "Santa" had brought me Spanish Monopoly. And my mom conveniently had the charge receipt to do the return at KMart. Suspicious? I think so! It still took me a couple of intense question and answer sessions with my mom before I could fully accept the fact that SHE bought the game and that Santa wasn't real.
My grandfather used to be a mall santa in Brasil, and quite famous actually in the town he was from. So each year around December in his town, it would be a whole deal when Christmastime began, bc they would transport my grandfather by helicopter to the mall where many fans awaited his arrival before he took his place in the mall. There were often newspaper clippings and such about him as well. His birthday was properly December 25th as well. (or at least I still believe that? i should check with mom again!)
Either way, I believed for many years that my grandfather was the one and only real Santa, and that he travelled the world over by the helicopter, and had keys to everyone's houses, including ours. All those other mall santas and such were just helpers and that the whole reindeer bit was just bc it sounded cool but everyone knows reindeer can't fly.
I also used to kindly explain to everyone at school that Santa was actually my grandfather and the whole deal.
Anyhow... upon discovering all my presents in my parents room unwrapped before christmas as a kid, i asked my mom for the hard truth, especially hearing kids at school begin to say santa doesn't exist. and i found out and i cried and cried.
Oh well... If I can't be related to Santa, at least I was related to someone people thought of as Santa. and that's pretty cool :)
When I was 3 or 4 Santa came to my best friend.s house on Xmas Eve. She live right behind us. My dad told me (when I asked about why she got her presents on the 24th and I had to wait till morning) He said that Santa started his "run" at her house and then went all the way around the world and ended up at our house,Christmas morning. It made sense to me!!
My friend's mom used to go outside early on Christmas morning every year and make big "Santa and Reindeer" prints... Until 2nd grade, when my friend found the big boots and "hoofs" in the back of the closet...
I used to believe that every old man with a big white beard that I saw, year round, was Santa Claus in disguise. My parents didn't do anything to correct this belief since I tended to make sure that my brother and I were especially well-behaved while these old men were around.
I was very upset that I didn't get Nintendo for Christmas. I complained to my mom that several kids in my class got Nintendo, and they weren't nearly as good as me. I had better grades, never got in trouble, so why didn't Santa bring ME Nintendo? Mom got very angry and said there was no Santa, and that she couldn't afford to buy Nintendo. I was so dumb to still believe in Santa at age 9!
When I was little, I used to think that Santa Clause couldn't live forever so I thought that when he died, the Prime Minister or president of every country would all get together and have a meeting to decide who should be the next santa.....
I used to believe that santa came to your house at a different time depending on where you live.
I used to think men dressed up as santa or fake santas were kidnappers and i used to think hte talking chistmas tree was evil.
My parents told me and my sister that in the month before Christmas fairies were sent to live in the house to make sure we were being good, ensuring our good behaviour for a whole month. It was a different fairy each year, like fairy snowflake, fairy holly etc. We put out Ribena and biscuit crumbs in our dolls house tea set and the fairy in residence would always eat it! My parents were finally rumbled when the fire fairy was in residence. My mum said she had long red hair as one might expect but upon independantly interviewing my Dad he said she had short red hair (which lets face it would be more practical if you're dealing with fire all day). My sister and I smelt a rat and I'm afraid after that it was curtains for Father Christmas as well.
When I was in kindergarten, since every said, "santa sees you all of the time." I thought that he had these huge glasses with many tiny different sections to watch everybody in the world at once. But then I got confused because those would have to be pretty big glasses to have a section for every person in the world.
One Christmas Eve, when I was eight or there abouts, I got up from my slumber and went to the bathroom. Halfway there, I heard this really deep and scary voice saying "Ho Ho Ho. Well, that's done."
I immedietly ran back to my bed and dive dunder the covers. All night I had nightmares that santa was going to come kill me.
When I was young and went to see Father Christmas..I figured that the person wasn't the REAL Father Christmas, just an Elf of his so he could double check what I wanted.
father christmas is supposed to come down the chimminy right? well, when i was little, we didn't have a fireplace. so, my mum told me that he had a magic-glowing key that he would open the doors of homes that dont have fireplaces with.
my parents were hippies and I use to beleive that Jerry Garcia was SAnta Clause.
When my little sister was eleven, she beleived that, contrary to popular beleif, Santa lived in Finland, and not the North Pole.
I used to think that if you went somewhere on Christmas Eve, such as your grandparents' house or something, that Santa wouldn't deliver your toys because since you weren't at home, he thought you moved. I would always leave a note when I was somewhere else on Christmas Eve, explaining that I hadn't moved and that I was just over at __'s house, and to please give me my presents anyway.
When I was little, I took the song about Santa always watching me literally. I thought he had the ability of following me hidden in my shadow. I would always turn around really fast to try and catch him in the act of watching me and when I went to use the restroom, I'd ask him to leave for a moment.