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As a kid I was very aware of money and prices of stuff because my mom had sorta trained me to look for sales when we bought cereal. Anyways, I figured that santa claus couldn't afford all those toys for all those kids and he must've stolen them. So one day my sister was watching a commercial that said, "Report a crime in your area, call the number on the screen!" So I called the number to report santa claus for robbery.
my mum used to label my christmas presents 'love santa' so 1 year when i was about 5 i asked her in all seriousness why her and my dad didn't buy me any presents. She swears thats the closest shes ever come to hitting me!!
I used to believe that Santa's elves had hidden cameras in every place in the world. They reviewed the footage in the North Pole, in a big futuristic base. I also believed that in addition to the cameras, each house had it's own elf watching their every move and documenting every bad deed. Needless to say, I was a very well behaved child.
When you caught the white fuzzy things that fly through the air, that was part of Santa Claus' beard and it meant you were being good.
i once caught my christmas list in my dad's office, when it was supposed to be at the north pole. i became upset until my father explained he had santa's fax number. i was duly impressed.
One year, when I was a kid and still believed in Santa, it was a cold but snowless Christmas Eve in Chicago and I wanted to wait for Santa to show up. I didn't go to bed as I was supposed to but instead waited and waited and kept on looking out my frosted bedroom window. All of a sudden my Dads car pulls up in front of our house. My Dad gets out of the car and then, lo and behold who gets out of the passenger side but none other than ole Saint Nick ( my Dads slightly lubed buddy dressed like Santa) himself. They open the trunk and remove a bag of presents and walk up to the house. I'm excited as all get up but my young mind is thinking...hey..what's up with this?
Well they come in through the front door and to their surprise ( their plan was for Dad was to slip into bed with Mom and then Santa was to make some racket to awaken us ) I'm already at the bottom of the stairs yelling out at the top of my lungs "Santa Clause is here" which then woke everybody else in my family up.
Well after Santa gave us our presents, the wheels in my young head started turning again and I looked at my Dad and asked...Daddy, why was Santa in your car and where is his sleigh and reindeers???
My Dad was stumped but Santa, with a glass of eggnog in his hand, looked at me, paused and then said "Johnny, as you can see, there's no snow on the ground or up on your roof for my sleigh to land on... so I called your father and he picked me up at O'Hare airport.
That made perfect sense to me!
When I was 5, my dad was a cop. He was involved in a high-profile drug sting, and as a result, there were death threats on him and on my family. We got used to him checking the door with a pistol in his hand.
One night in December, Dad went outside for a few minutes to "check around" as he did frequently. Suddenly, I heard bells and a loud, "HO, HO, HO!" coming from my bedroom window! I shrieked and ran for my mother in terror, and Mom asked me, "What's wrong, honey?"
My panicked response: "Mommy, we've gotta stop Daddy! He's gonna shoot Santa!"
Every Christmas we had parties at my grandparents and from when i was from about age 4 to 7 and i used to believe i talked to Santa Clause up the chimney. What i now know is, that 'Santa Clause' was actually my grandad upstairs with one walkie-talkie and the other inside a vase (with flowers) next to the fire place!! The family always joined in the fun, with uncles and aunties all running in saying that they have seen him on the roof! Great tip for youngters, it used to make my Christmas!
I used to believe that thunder was Santa making toys.
My dad is a police officer and works the night shift. When I was younger he had me convinced that he was Santa Clause and went to the North Pole at night to get ready for Christmas. I even told my friends at school.
When I was little, I didn't believe that Santa and his elves made all the toys he gave. I thought that he sent out elves in disguise as humans to buy the toys at stores. My classmate Ryan had large ears, and I thought that he might be an elf because of this.
When I was a little girl, I used to think that Daddy's turned into Santa Clause. My father dressed up as Santa one year.Later that day, I walked passed the bedroom and saw him taking the beard off. Instead of assuming Santa wasn't real, I just thought that he had turned into Santa.I just knew I had the Secret to Santa Clause. I told all of the kids at school.
My mom used to wrap our presents and put them under the tree as she bought them. This, of course, made my brother, my sister, and myself question the existence of Santa. When asked about it, my mom said that there were just rocks in the boxes and that Santa came around to put the real presents in on Christmas Eve. This was, apparently, a completely reasonable explanation for us that we accepted for years to come.
when i was young my dad would say that "christmas was around the corner" and so i would ride my bike to the end of the block and around the bend looking for snow and christmas lights.
My dad used to tell my brother and I that the reason Santa's elves shoes were pointy was to poke out the eyes of any boys or girls who caught him delivering presents. Needless to say we were in bed asleep through the night on Christmas eve in order to keep our eye balls intact.
One Christmas I noticed that my mom and Santa had the same handwriting. When I pointed this out to my mom she said, "Santa has lots of helpers." It suddenly all made sense. My mom was one of Santa's helpers and she didn't go to work because she was secretly making toys somewhere. Maybe even in our house! I never did find the secret toy factory in my house.
As a child, I never really got the connection between Christmas and Jesus... The only thing I was concerned about was Santa. Even while I was in CCD class in first grade, I still had no clue. All I knew was that somebody important was born on Christmas. There was one day where our teachers told us we were going to watch a movie about the meaning of Christmas.
I went to school the next morning and wrote in my journal "We are going to watch a video about Santa being born!"
Not directly related to Santa Claus, but when I first heard of Cupid from classical mythology, I immediately thought of Cupid, one of Santa's reindeer. I figured they must be one and the same, since they're both mythological figures who can fly. When asked how this is possible, I explained that Cupid is an angel the rest of the year, but transforms himself into a reindeer at Christmastime. The other reindeer can do this too, but they tend to keep on the down-low because they're shy.
I used to believe in father christmas until I tied a string across my bedroom doorway and my dad fell over it in the dark
When I was a child my best friend Wendy was jewish. I am catholic. I heard that some people didn't like jewish people and was told by my parents that people who didn't like jewish people because they were jewish are bad people and I shouldn't associate with them. When I found out that Santa didn't give gifts to jewish children, I went to see him, all dressed up, and told him he was BAD and that my parents said I was no longer allowed to associate with him.