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I belived that santa came every night to se if i was sleeping
i used to belive santa came through the doors of your house.So one christmas i tried locking all the doors but he still got in
when i was little and naughty around christmas time my mum would say...'right im phoninf santas little fairy to tell her about it' and one night she actually picked up the phone and because i new her tricks i didnt believe her. and she was talkin and i laughed because i thought she was talkin to herself then she handed me the phone and i sweet voice said hello and i started crying becuase i thought it was the fairy...but it was my nan pretending! and my grandad used to pretend to be santa!
when i was younger my brother and his friend were talking on the phone when his friend asked to talk to me (8 at the time). But before he let me talk he told his friend to sound like Santa and i believed it! So for two years everyday i got to talk to "Santa" (his friend). Then finally he told me it was his friend i cried then attacked him!! hehe :D
When i was little about 5 or 6 we used to stay at my nans and she told me that at midnight santa came to the house and left his sleigh on the roof, so i waited up all night and at midnight i started to climb out the window, my nan came in just in time to see what i was doing, when she got me back in i told her i was going to climb onto the roof to see santa that is when she told me he wasnt up there she had already checked.
Do you really mean to tell me that father Christmas is a myth?
When I was a kid, my mother would tell us during the whole year that Santa was watching what you were doing, and that's I could tell whether you were naughty or nice, but for some reason I thought that Santa would send his Elves out to watch children and I used to think that elves were hiding in pipes, vents, and behind walls watching everything you did.
i thought santa was gods brother
my parents used to tell me that if i didn't go to sleep on time on chistmas eve that santa wouldin't come and give me my present
I learned from an early age that Father Christmas, or whatever you want to call him, wasn't real. Therefore, the first time I saw a man in a Santa suit, I freaked out. ("A Visit From St. Nicholas" triggered similar freak-outs for years afterwards.)
I snook out onto the staircase on Christmas eve once and there was someone in the dining room where we put our Christmas tree. All the lights were off so I couldn't see who it was but I just sat there for a bit and then when I thought they heard me I ran back to my room. Obviously it would have been one of my parents but I remember thinking I'd see Santa.
I believed in Santa until I was at least 11. My father used to go up on the roof with some jingle bells and ring them in the middle of the night. I remember peeking out into the living room one Christmas eve and seeing Santa's bum! Really I did!
I believed in father christmas until i heard him swear over my stupid sock..
when i was about 7 or 8 every christmas eve it took me 4ever to get 2 sleep cos i was so excited and i used 2 lie up 4 ages n wenever i heard my mum or dad i would quickly pretend to b asleep. well one year i couldnt sleep so i was sitting reading a book and i heard sum1 coming up the stairs so i lay down and closed my eyes, then i heard someone with a bag come into my room and i was teriffied! i wanted 2 open my eyes to see if it was santa but i was 2 scared. wen the person left the room i opened my eyes and there was a present on my bed. to this day i dont kno who or what it was in my room that night.
At Stillag (my grandparents old house) there was this thing that went on top of the chimney. I didn't know how Father Christmas could get down there, so I came up with the conclusion that he made himself really small to get there.
Where i grew up it always rained at christmas time, so my mum used to tell us kids that the thunder we heard was santa coming across the clouds. I belived her for quite a while.
I used to belive that santa lived in my attic, and that he could see everything i did, and if I was'nt nice, I would get no presents.. so I was always very nice around christmas-time, so that santa would give me gifts.. Of course, this was just something my mom made up, so I would be nice to people...
When I was little, I always wondered why Santa was so weird - because he delivered presents to my house, and my uncles' house, and my grandparents' house. I eventually reasoned that Santa must do that so that I wouldn't stay at home all day playing with my presents - that way I would have to go see my family who missed me and wanted to share the special day with me too. :)
I believed in Santa, until one year - I think I was about 9. I was climbing up on the kitchen cupboards to get a mug out of the cupboard above, and I was just tall enough to look on top of the cupboard, so you know, I took a look at what was up there, as any other curious child would, to find and old dusty letter that said 'Santa' on it. Then I picked it up and realised this was one of the letters I wrote to santa years ago, and my parents had hid it there ever since. I got really upset and threw a tantrum because I found out Santa wasn't real, and my parents had hidden my letter there.
When I was littler I thought that Santa had a magical key that could let him get inot everybody's house