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I used to believe that Santa used to come round to children's houses on Chrismas eve carrying baby Jesus with him. I thought that children had to be quiet so that they wouldn't wake baby Jesus. I used to also believe that if children were very good, Santa would give them some of baby Jesus' toys that he didn't want any more.
When I was about 5 or 6 years old, I began to question whether there really was a Santa. Honestly - how could one man deliver presents to every child in the world in a single night? Then my teacher taught my class about time zones and now it made sense. He really had 24 hours to deliver all the toys and that was easily possible.
I used to believe that santa was a woman and we were all his many children.
I was an army brat, and believed my mother when she told us that all the
"extra" Santas were his "helpers". How else could the newsman announce Santa's departure from the North Pole right after I'd seen him waving from a helicopter on the military base AND ringing the bell for the Salvation army kettle (in several locations I might add). I was perplexed as to how you could tell who the real one was. My mother told me that you could never be sure, so I'd better be nice to them all....
Since we moved every year and even lived in Germany for awhile, my mother was forced to be very creative in explaining the different customs and Christmas quirks wherever we lived. I don't kow exactly when I outgrew my belief, I guess it all just strained my credibility too much. But the highlight of my life was singing Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer while sitting on Santa's knee in the crowded town hall for Ogden, Kansas when I was 9. My friends excitedly told me the next day that I'd been on the radio! With Santa no less. I was quite a hero with my crowd for a while, especially since I had recieved an extra large "special" stocking stuffed with toys and candy from him for my song.
You know how when you're little your parents tell you Santa comes at Christmas through the chimney? Well, in my house, I have a wood stove. It's like a big iron thing, and it's a bit like a fireplace, but it closes. And Santa definitely wouldn't be able to fit down my narrow chimney and into my little wood stove and open the little door and come out. So I believed that he came in through the door and I was always upset about that.
Oh, that reminds me. You know how everybody imagine Santa and the elves in a workshop? I had a more pessimistic viewpoint. I thought that they were all in a huge factory inside an even larger igloo. And Santa would run around with a clipboard and whistle, encouraging people to work faster. Meanwhile, Mrs. Claus would serve refreshments.
I pretty much stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was 7 years old and saw my mum delivering the presents. However, I was so worried about telling my parents or big sisters that I didn't believe in Santa Claus because I thought they'd get really angry and stop getting me presents. I kept up the charade until I was 11 when one of my sisters said "you don't still believe in Santa, do you?". Finally, I was forced to reveal the truth. The response? "Oh, thank goodness we can stop pretending!"
i was 2 years old and i was curious about Santa's reindeer, how they were able 2 fly and why Rudolph's nose was red so i asked mom "mom how does Santa's reindeer fly" her awnswer was that Santa gave them magic mushrooms i also asked "why does Rudolph have a red nose she told me that he ate lots of red stuff so his nose went red.
When i was little , i belived that Santa came down from the chimney during christmas. I was living in an apartment and so i didnt have a chimney so i didnt think that santa would ever give me presents for christmas.
when i was 5,i saw santa....i thought surely it was him and his trusty rudolph,but now that im grown i know it was only a plane flying near our house with a red blinking light. i was so upset that my daddy just laughed and laughed..
I used to believe in Santa
We had a little plastic dancing santa that we put up every Christmas. This little Santa had one foot stuck perpetually up. My father told me that when I left the house, Santa would put his foot down and rest. I used to rush back in the door, to see if I could catch him at it. Mom still has that stupid Dancing Santa.
i used to believe that santa could leave presents, even though we didn't have a chimney, because my parents said they'd leave the back door unlocked. :)
I used to believe that my father was going to build a fire in the fireplace and burn Santas' butt when he came down the chimney.So I stayed up all night to make sure he wouldn't build the fire
When I was a kid, we didn't have a chimney, I forget how we decided Santa came (the front door?) One year, while my dad and I were out getting Arby's- our traditional Christmas Even dinner (now replaced by pizza courtesy of Ninja Turtle loving brothers...) I saw a blinking red light in the sky. It dodged and weaved and did NOT fly like an airplane. I pointed it out to Dad and we both decided it was Rudolph's nose. To my amazement, when we got home, all my presents were out! Santa had come early that year. I believed for a very long time after that.
My Mom told us that if we were bad at Christmas time that the grinch would and poop in our stocking, and Santa would leave nothing.
A girl classmate of mine in college admitted that she believed in Santa Clause until she was 13!!! Until someone at school told her for the 100th time and she asked her parents.
when I was like 7 me and my sister had just started argueing a whole whole lot Well it was christmas time and my mom and dad can't not give us presents from santa. So my mom wrote a real long letter in real pretty swirly lettering say that santa was disappointed and that if we weren't better the following year he wouldn't give us any presents. My sister and I fell for and this kept us believing for about one more year...
When I was younger, like most kids, I believed in Santa. My parents were deeply religious though and didn't want us to think of Christmas as being secular so they told us the story of St. Nicholas and now we call him Santa and he wasn't on the north pole but in Heaven and God let him come down every Christmas to bring us toys. I was 7 years old when out found out the truth. I literally had a crisis of faith at the age of 7 and wouldn't believe anything of a religious nature for quite awhile.
I used to believe Santa was a demon working for the devil to lure kids into liking him so he could take them away and make them work for him as slave elfs forever until Santa died. As soon as i told my mom this, she was hysterical and told me Santa was a loving character who brought toys to good boys and girls as a reward for their excellent behaviour.