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When I believed in Santa Claus, I didn't believe he flew in the air in his sleigh. I thought he rode on the ground like everyone else. Since I lived where there was no snow, I thought his sleigh made a heck of a racket sliding along the pavement.

Anon
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I used to believe that the way Santa Claus knew what I wanted for Christmas was that my mom simply called the North Pole and phoned the order in. I thought you learned Santa Claus's phone number in college. "Okay, you're an adult now, so here's what you'll need to know. First, if you need to get ahold of Santa Claus, here's the number you call..."

Chris
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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...

Eva
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Every year, I wrote 'magic carpet' on my Christmas wish list. Only that. My mom would tell me she didn't think Santa could do that because he would run out of magic. I would reply, "Mommy, magic doesn't work that way." One year, I got the carpet. It was beautiful deep blue and green with tassels. I couldn't make it fly, but I adored it anyways.

Anon
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I used to belive elk can fly.
because my parents tell me.
When i was child,I waited the elk fly to my house on Christmas.

Anon
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I used to believe that at Christmas if your house never had a chimney then santa came through your letter box

Rhys James
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My family has lived for years on an old country road a fair ways out of town. For the past few years, an old man (who happens to be the father of a friend of mine) has driving down this street, slow as possible, in a large red Ford half ton. He's a spitting image of your average Hollywood Santa. Plump man, big long white beard, slightly balding, jovial looking. He would wave at everyone he saw. My Mom's friend's daughter, who is 6, was misbehaving once when they were visiting, and "Santa" drove by. We informed her that he was checking up on everyone, and that if she didn't smarten up, all we had to do was leave a note in the window so when he drove back, he would know she was being bad. Scared her straight.

Since then, "Santa" has passed away. Mind you, she still behaves well when she visits...

Veshka
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When I was about 4 years old, Santa delivered a Dolls House to me for christmas. The livingroom in the dolls house had carpet which matched our livingroom carpet exactly. And the Dolls House kitchen had lino on the floor which matched our kitchen floor exactly. I was SO impressed that Santa knew so much that he could make a house just like ours. Of course I found out years later that my mother had helped him out!!

Elaine
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I used to really worry when Christmas came around that I hadn't been good enough that year and he wouldn't bring me any gifts. I eventually figured out that his standards for good weren't that high. :)

Kristen
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When little I used to believe on Xmas Eve that a little bird used to sit outside on my bedroom windowsill and would tell Santa if I wasnt sleeping. Needless to say I used to keep my eyes firmly closed, but would try to peep now and then to see if I could see the bird !!!

Jackie Corps
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I used to believe that if you kept your stocking up, your keep getting more stuff in it. Cuz think about it, being 4 or 5 and you put your stocking up xmas eve (not knowing the difference b/t xmas and another day) and you wake up and you have candy and stuff in it. I did it and then realized that it ain't gonna work after about 2 weeks of trying!

Crystal, the believer!
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i thought Santa was real because one night i woke up and heard wrapping paper crinkling downstairs. but i fell back asleep before i could do anything. i thought it was Santa magicly putting me back to sleep so i wouldnt see him

i used to believe
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On my 5th birthday, my parents took me to see Santa. He gave me a balloon, and told me to leave it out for Santa to blow up on Christmas Eve. Sure enough, it was blown up. My parents were estatic (very bad acting), but they didn't know I had seen the thread holding up Santa's beard. :(

Santa
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I used to believe Santa got into the house via the radiator pipes (we had no chimney or fireplace) and I'd always stick my letter there. Then when I found out he didn't exist, I pretended I still did because I thought I'd stop getting presents...

Hannahmarie
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After I found out that Father Christmas was not real, but before it occured to me that my parents would hide presents, I thought that all the Mums and Dads went to the shops on Christmas Eve to buy all the presents. I used to try and stay awake, not to hear Santa, but to try and hear the car going out. Although this was just my own logic, looking back, it didn't occur to me to be worried that Mum and Dad would leave me alone when they went out.

Mitch Law
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My parents always told me to be good because Santa was watching and putting me on his list. Ever since I always thought that Santa was watching me through the air vent and I swore I could see his eyes!

Ash
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Our mum ate the chocolate tree decorations and told us that Rudolph had eaten them. We were really impressed that he managed it without knocking the tree over!

Anon
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I was 12 years old and still believed in Father Christmas. My mother told my sister to tell me the truth about the jolly fat man in the red suit, so one night when the two of us were doing the dishes, my sister spelt out the bad news. I burst into tears and ran into the bathroom and locked the door. It took about three hours for my mother to coax me out! Worst of all my mother and sister were laughing uncontrollably at my reaction. They felt I should know the facts as the following year I was heading off to high school! I still believe in him though, even at this ripe old age of 55 years.

Christina
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I heard Santa's sleigh on my roof when I was about 7. I was lying asleep in my bunk bed when I was woken up by a huge clatter on the roof...an I still believe to this day that it was Santa!!

Bexy
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When I was 5 or 6 my grandparents came to stay with my family for Christmas. When asked about Santa I would say that I didn't believe in him at all. On Christmas I had to sleep on the couch across from the fire place because my grandparents had my room. That night I was certain I saw Santa. Not all of him though, I only saw his big black boots as he went back UP the chimney.

Anon
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