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When I was younger and still believed in Santa and the Tooth Fairy, my loose tooth came out on Christmas eve. That nigh,t I thought that Santa and the Tooth Fairy would both come into my house at the same time and bump into each other. I attempted to stay awake so I could see both of them but I ended up falling asleep.
Father Christmas used to like a bottle of beer in our house so I'd imagined how he'd feel when he got home after visiting every house imagine all that beer in one night. No wonder he had a red nose and a beer belly.
When me and my sister were little my parents used to ask on christmas day whether or not we heard the bells on santas sleigh when he arrived in the night. my sister always swore that she'd heard them but i never did and was always really disappointed.
I lived in a house that did not have a fireplace. I thougt at Christmas when Santa came that he had to enter our house through the stove!
When I was little my brother and I would leave out some food for Santa like a beer, some cheese, a cake, an apple and a turnip or carrot for the Reindeer.
When we awoke (usually around 4am!) we would find that all the food had been eaten and that the turnip had big Reindeer teeth marks in it! We were so excited that Santa had actualy been in our house with his Reindeer!
One Christmas I woke a little too early to find my Dad tucking into the beer and other bits whilst carving what looked like reindeer bite marks into the turnip with a crinkle-cut potato chopper!!!
What cruel deception!
My sister and I both couldn't figure out 1. how Santa came down our chimney, as it was very small and went into the oil-burner (a big scary box in the basement) or, once we kind of figured out that maybe Santa didn't really stop by; 2. Where my folks hid the presents.
Between the two (Santa and parents), we figured that some old man, who must have looked a bit like Santa (but thinner) would come by the house Christmas eve, and my parents would buy the presents from him. I still remember what he looked like.
And I STILL don't know where they hid the presents!
When I was about 7 or 8, I believed that Santa came down the heater flue. Of course, we didn't have a chimney, just a wall heater, but my sister and were convinced he came through the grates somehow.
It was only two years ago (at age 18!) that I finally understood that in the song "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" the father had dressed up as Santa Claus and 'mommy' was kissing her husband. It had always perplexed me as to why mommy would want to kiss Santa Claus. I still feel pretty dim whenever I hear that song.
My daughter was about 9 years old and none of her friends believed in Santa any more. Well, she was a believer and I wasn't going to let her friends ruin it. As they sat in the back of my car one day, one of them said "you know, not everyone believes in Santa Claus". I responded by roaring "WE BELIEVE IN SANTA - AND IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE HE WONT COME TO YOUR HOUSE"! (I scared the you know what out of this little girl!). Anyway, after an uncomfortable pause, my daughter looked at the other girl and said "yeah, you gotta be stupid not to believe in Santa". She's 14 and to this day has never admitted that she doesn't believe.
One day, when I was a child, I had the hic-cups. It was maybe, 15 days before Christmas. My mother told me at dinner, the father Christmas had had an accident, so he couldn't come this year. I was petrified, and my hic-cups went.
when i was in first grade our teacher had us write letters to santa, and i told him that id give him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on christmas. but then on christmas eve i forgot to make it so i thought i'd never get presents on christmas again
i'm 11 and i belived in santa until last year when i hung baubles up on my window sill. i tried desperately to stay up, and pretending to be asleep, i secretly watched all of the room behind me in the reflection of one of the baubles on the window. I stared at my stocking for what seemed like hours, and at about 4.00am i spotted mum and dad sneaking into my room and filling my stocking with presents. i no longer belive in santa obviously, but still enjoy getting presents!!!!!
when i was a kid my mother made me believe that santa was to be left ice tea or coffee instead of milk because he needed the energy for the rest of the night.well a few years later i finally relized why . my mother is lactose intolerant. and guess what her favorite drinks are?
at christmas time, my brothers and mom (parents are divorced) they would put salt (me thinking it was snow) and they would put a footprint there, and when it was christmas morning i actually believed it was Santa
i thought santa was real up until about 7. i found out he wasnt real when i was 8 becuase one night in christmas night, i went to go to the bathroom. halfway down the stairs i saw my mother puttin gifts under the tree. i ran back up to my room right then so she wouldn't see me. guess what? i pretended i believed in santa until i was 12!! poor parents ^-^
When I was in 4th grade, I started to get a little suspicious about "Santa Claus". I was really curious and smart...I always had questions and my mom and step dad always made up silly answers. So On Christmas 2001, I asked my mom for a scooter...when she told me that she couldn't afford it my dreams were crushed. So I wrote a letter to "Santa" telling him about my scooter troubles and put it with his cookies and the reigndeer's carrots on Christmas Eve. The next morning...what do ya know? I got my scooter....but being as curious as I was I noticed a lot of clues that told me there was no Santa. First of all...I got a note back from "Santa", but the handwriting was just like my step dad's (CLUE 1) My mom's excuse was that all men have the same handwriting! (PSh, yeah sure!) I also noticed that the wrapping paper for my scooter was just like wrapping paper for presents given to me by my mom (CLUE 2) My mom's excuse was that "Santa" uses the same paper to confuse me! (Uh..huh...) And then....The box my scooter came in Said SEARS On the side....(CLUE 3)...when I asked my mom what that was about she said...."Well sometimes Santa sneaks in to Sears after they close...or he sends his elves down..because he doesn't have time to make scooters for all of the children!" And last of all..The signature on the note from "Santa" Was differant then the signature on the notes on my presents from "Santa". (CLUE 4) My Mom said that Santa had one of his elves write it for him!
I can't believe I believed those lies. :-) HAHA
When my son was 3 he always talked about Heidi Claw? For YEARS we didn't know what he was saying... then one day we were at my mom's and he said look Heidi Claw... it was a picture of SANTA CLAUS!
I actually only recently stopped believing in Santa; my parents never told me that he wasn't real, and my friends always used to pretend for my sake. Then one day my friend Petra let it slip. I've never felt so unhappy. (By the way, I'm 27)
we I was little on Christmas Eve me and my brother would look out our windows trying to "spot" Santa. Any time we saw a red light flashing int he sky we were sure that it was Rudolph, squeal and hop into bed. I know now that it was just lights from a plane, but it was fun.
When I was little,I thought Santa came down our chimney. It was a small chimney and we had no fireplace.I wondered how Santa did it.