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I used to believe that if I went out to the living room too early on Christmas morning that Santa might still be there, and that if I saw him he would leave and take all the presents with him.
My sister and I were questioning Santa Claus. This upset my father and uncle. On xmas eve they went up onto the roof outside our bedroom window wearing heavy boots and carring reindeer bells. Needless to say my sister and I believed for a few more years.
My family lived in the midwest and we went to church on Christmas eve about 6 and when we returned around 7, Santa Claus had been there and presents were under the tree where none had been. My parents pointed out that Santa had the entire world to visit (including the Southern Hemisphere) in just one night and we were early on his schedule which explained why some people did not get their presents until Christmas morning, like those who lived in Dallas or Miami. Supposedly, then, Canadians received their presents about 2 in the afternoon on Christmas eve. This belief was aided by the local weatherman who would announce Santa's departure from the North Pole on the 5:30 newscast.
i used to believe that santa clause was really real.When my mom finally told me that it was a myth when I was like 15 years old,I was totally devistated still to this day I believe in santa clause.
One christmas, I think I was about 7 or so, I woke up really early and proceeded with the usual stocking check. However, when I entered the lounge room, I noticed Santa had left his wrapping devices (ie. sticky tape, wrapping paper, the same our presents had been wrapped with, and scissors) on the coffee table.
When I was little, some guy (I still dont know who it was) would come to my house every year with a fake dear head and tap it on the window, one christmas eve, me and my dad were sitting down watching tv, i then heard it and we both ran to the window and pointed at it, after it had gone, my dad said "wo that was some tall deer!" and i was like "no daddy it was one of santas reindeer" then i ran to the door and screamed "blitzon come back!"
I believed in Santa until I was ten, even though I pretended I didn't. Then my parents wrapped the little presents for the stocking in the same paper they'd used to wrap the presents under the tree which I'd always known came from them. Sadly I was smart so I realised the truth and there were tears on Christmas morning!
Wen i was 10 years old, a week before Christmas my mom was rapping gifts an di saw the hair ties that i always wanted! and so i pretned that i never seen them so it would be a suprise to everyone that i got them.well on christmas day i opened my gifts from santa and i found the hair ties that my mom was wrapping from santa!!!! i waas soo mad that was the day i figured out santa was not real1 tear tear
When we were younger (my sister is about 4 years younger than me) in the mid nineties, my sister wrote a note to Santa telling him that she left him diet 7-up and Saltines so that he could lose some weight. Hahaha!
To this day I believe that Santa only comes to houses where everyone believes, which explains everything. ^_~ I feel bad for him, because kids are so cynical nowadays.
Since I dont have a fireplace, I used to believe that Santa came through the stove! My mom told me and I thought of course it would be right!
when i was 3 years old my mum told me that father christmas was comming to our house but 1st i had to go to sleep. so when i did i sudenly woke up again.i went downstairs and saw father christmas himself! i used to believe he wasn't real but now i know the truth!
When I was a child I thought that in the village next to ours Santa´s, St Niklaus` and the Easter Bunnie´s House were and told my mom about it each time we passed those houses.
When I was young, I would write letters to Santa, the Easter bunny, the tooth fairy... and the mailman. I even drew him pictures. I'm still not sure how he ended up being ranked alongside the tooth fairy and Santa in my head! I don't think Mom ever put any of my letters in the mail box.
When i was little instead of leaving milk out for santa my parents would convince me to leave a glass of whiskey for him instead. Now I know why and it makes me laugh.
Til this day, right before Christmas, my brother and myself receive a Christmas card from Santa Claus with a dollar bill in it. And til this day, my parents have never confessed you sends them.
When I was about 2 or 3 I went to see The Nightmare Before Christmas, and from then on I thought Jack the Pumpkin King was really Santa, and that he liked me so much he gave me nice presents instead of scary ones.
as a little boy my father told me that Santa was tired of cookies and milk so I used to leave beer and salami sandwiches. I got wise when one christmas morining I discovered 3 empties when I had left only 1. I was 25 at the time.
My grandfather used to tell me that he could call Santa Clause up and tell him I was being bad and then Santa wouldn't leave me any presents. I was skeptical but sort of believed him because he would pick up the phone and talk to "Santa".
I used to believe Santa stopped his sleigh on the roof, and then came through the sliding door (2nd level) that we left open for him because we didn't have a chimney. Then when I was six, some of my mates and I were talking in class and one of them said that Santa didn't exist. Straight away everything clicked. I never told my parents, realising that they had as much fun pretending to believe in Santa as I did. I'm now 18 and although my older sister has admitted to being a non-believer, my parents and I have a silent agreement to keep him going... At least until I move out for good.
Anyway, the older I get the more I want to believe...
I really believed in Santa Claus, as my parents and older sister conspired to keep the myth going. We all crept into the sitting room on Christmas morning, the other whispering, "Has he been?" and the feeling of suspense as we opened the door was quite eerie! At the age of about 7, when I finally got my sister to admit it had all been a lie, I was devastated and have never liked Christmas since! Aaw!