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My mom came down the stairs to see me planted in a 'Little Tykes' plastic chair in front of a light socket. She asked me about it, and I told her that I was waiting for Santa to come out. I was a little confused.
My older sister used to tell me that Santa Claus had a huge TV set to keep watch over all the kids to see how they're behaving. I thought that whenever I said a naughty word or misbehaved, he would put a check mark by my name, and the more marks I got, the less toys I received. Of course that still didn't stop me from misbehaving, or saying naughty words.
My father got a camcorder for his birthday one year, and decided to make a Christmas tape for the kids. He opened the back door, stuck a boot in it, and recorded just the boot sitting in the doorway. (We had no chimney, so Santa came in the back door) He claimed he caught Santa Clause leaving the house after putting our presents under the tree, but all he saw of him was the boot.
We believed him for years--even though he recorded the boot doing nothing for almost a full 2 minutes.
On Christmas night, when I was 4/5, my parents stuck shredded cotton balls to our fireplace grating when they were downstairs delivering Santa's presents (and I was upstairs sleeping). Yes, I fell for it.
One Christas when I was probibly 4, "Santa" gave me coal bubble gum when I asked for a doll house! Then ofcourse my perants found my doll hosue but it was made out of card board so for a while, I thought santa's full name was Saiton Santa.
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...
I was born on Christmas, and my parents often told me that I was a gift from Santa Claus. I was already upset to believe that I was not their real child, and to make it worse my mother often told me that one Christmas Santa would come down the chimney and take me back.
I was so upset and terrified of Santa that I hated having to sit on Santa's lap at the mall for pictures.
It was because of this that i stopped believing in Santa at an early age.
I used to believe that Santa's elves were watching me everyday and at night would report to Santa telling him if I was good or bad that day.
When I was little, I used to believe that if you weren't asleep when Santa came he would send his elves down the chimney to poke out your eyes with their pointy shoes. Nightmares for weeks after Christmas until my dad finally convinced me he was joking.
when i was a kid , i used to think father christmas was too fat to go trough the chimney.So , i wonder how he could deliver presents .
I used to believe that santa was real and when I was a child and saw a man with a beard and white long hair and i thought that was santa and i wanted to speak with him all the time
When I was really young, I would believe that the blinking lights on top of those massive electrical posts that are metal where Rudolph.
My mother would tell me during the summer "honey, its rudolph and Santa watching over you all year around."
I would cry because I never got to see the sled - only a blinking red light, that I mistook for a reindeer nose. :)
Before I knew the truth about Santa, my older sister had informed me that it was a total misconception that he lived in the North Pole. He really lived in my town's water tower. She later got in trouble when I was sobbing about Santa and Rudoulph drowning. :]
when my mom finally told me Santa wasnt real, i yelled i hated her becasue she was a liar and ran into my room and cried for like 2 hours, i still have problems beliveing her about things now
Obviously when I was little I believed in Santa Claus.... but this was reinforced by our living near an Air Force Base. On Christmas eve, my dad waited until a plane flew over our house without landing lights on yet, and then called us over to point out Rudolph's blinking red nose (the anti-collision red light on the belly of the plane). Real proof!
when i was around 7 i found out that my mom would go get my presents from my grandmothers house on christmas eve when i asked her about it she said that santa wanted to save time and just give them to my grandma early cause santa knew we were always good. well i was outraged at this and then i shouted "grandma is cheeting on grandpa and she is having an affair with santa!!" i cried for a long while and i didnt talk to my grandma when we went over to her house on christmas morning but then she gave me my present from her and things were fine. but for the longest time i thought my grandma was doing santa clause!
I first learned that Santa didn't exist when I found piles of presents in my upstairs closet, already addressed "From Santa." I was so upset that I showed my little sister and I refused to tell my mom. A few days later, my mom finally told me the truth, but, as the oldest kid, I couldn't tell my sister or my two brothers. So, to fix what I did to my sister, I told her that Santa only had time to give one present to every kid in the world, but he told the parents everything else you wanted so you wouldn't get two of the same thing. She believed it for another 3 years.
When I was young, I thought the ninth line of the song 'Santa Clause is Coming to Town' was "He'll seize you when you're sleeping" instead of "He sees you when you're sleeping" and I was thinking that Santa Clause would seize me when I'm sleeping, put me inside the bag and take me to the North Pole.
when we were younger,on Christmas Eve, we all (there were 8 in all) were sent to the barn and told to be very quiet and at 12midnight, if we were very still, we could hear the animals talk. After all they were the first to see the baby Jesus. So all of us would go out about 11:30pm and wait, and wait, and wait for the animals to talk. When nothing happened we went back in the house and low and be hold....We once again missed seeing Santa delivering the gifts. Beautiful memories
When I was very small I believed that Santa Clause and Jesus knew each other and talked about us to each other.