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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
I used to believe that Santa Clous was a child, because he had a lot of energy to deliver all the presents around the world, just as a kid. =)
when i was a kid i used to think santa had a magic key that opened every door since we didnt have a chimney.... also in that song where santa sees everything we do i thought it was only logical he had a crystalball to see us like pshcics :P
My best friend was born on and grew up on Christmas Island, and her dad has always had a big white beard. One day she confided in me that she had for the longest time harboured a secret belief that her dad was Father Christmas.
At Christmas time, I used to believe that Santa Claus came to my home to put my gift at the foot of the Chistmas Tree for my happiness.
But I have discovered a true Santa Claus is my relative! I was very destabilized by my discovery
Now I don't believe in Santa Claus but I think it's important for a litte boy/girl to have the right to believe or not.
when I was a little girl, i used to believe Santa clus had a bunch of keys to open all the doors which haven't got fireplaces.
During the night of Christhmas, my dad came in in my house through the door, I was amazed because he disguised in Santa clus. One christhmas, I recognized my dad.Now,I pretend my dad is Santa clus for my cousins.
When my sister saw the movie the santa clause when tim allan became santa claus when the real one fell off the roof. she wanted to do that. i told her the movie wasn^t real.
I used to believe in Santa until my parents told me he was dead. One day, before christmas, I found my presents in a suitcase. Out of desperation, and under the pressure of a very inquisitive child, they eplained to me that he died of old age, and they had to buy the presents themselves so I would not be dissapointed and left empty handed.
At Christmas time, during special programs intended for children, I used to look behind the radio to see if Santa Claus and his elves were perhaps hiding there.
This is actually about a 4 year old boy that I baby-sit sometimes.
This past Christmas, "Santa" visited him during the Christmas Eve party his family was having. The poor kid freaked out and ran underneath the table. He was so scared because he hadn't been such a good boy that year and he knew from the song "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" that Santa had always been watching him. He was afraid Santa was going to yell at him.
Every Christmas when I was little my mom would take me to a certain department store because she said only the real Santa went there. While I was on my way up to see Santa the girl would ask my mom my name (making sure that I wouldn't see her asking) so by the time I got to Santa he would say "Hello Carrie." After I was done I told my mom that Santa did know who I was. Because of this I kept the belief that Santa was real up until I was 13, all because he knew my name and didn't have to ask me.
i used to believe santa clause was god, and i prayed to him
when i was little, i was convinced that God and Santa were best friends and shared information with each other. i know now that santa doesnt exist, and im agonistic
When I was a little boy, I believed in Santa Claus… At every Christmas, we gathered all my family to spend a few days together. When the parents wanted to put the gifts under the Christmas' tree, they would tell us to go in our room during two minutes. But one day, I hid under the dinner table and I saw them who were putting the Christmas' gifts under the fir. I was highly sad… Even now when I see a Christmas movie, I remenber this moment.
When i was about 5 the old man that lived behind our terrace of houses dressed up like santa and had all the parents get the kids to look out the window at the same time so we all saw santa run accross the garden. I've never tried to fall asleep as quickly since.
My dad told me that Father Christmas was his brother. He even showed me a picture of an old man (who looked like Raymond Briggs'santa) talking to me at a summer barbecue we once had and told me that it was him!! I soon discovered that neither of my parents had any siblings!
I used to see my Christmas presents from Santa before Christmas in my mom's closet, and I knew that all the store Santas didn't really look alike. I thought that Santa collected info from the store Santas, my mom and dad bought the things they knew I'd want, Santa would reimburse my parents, and he would place the presents under the tree.
i used to belive that at christmas everyones parents would meet up in a big hall and father christmas would hand out all the presents because there was no way he could skweeze through a chimney.
I used to think santa was real, so I wrote him a letter asking for a laptop. my father stumbled over the letter accidentaly and read it. On Chistmas Eve, a big box with "To:Alissa From: Santa" was given to me by my father. He told me he got it from the Post Office, since we didn't have a chimney. I was so happy, I believed every word. Now I am older, and I know that Santa doesnt exist, and that he doesn't send presents in the mail!
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