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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!
In the days when I believed in Santa, my friend Dominic told me that he didn't climb down the chimney, he had a hole which he through at the wall and climbed in through there. I liked this theory because my house didn't have a chimney
I was almost completely deaf by the time I was five, which made "Twas the Night before Christmas" difficult to understand, because I couldnt hear the story being told clearly. I actually believed that Santa and St Nicholas were two completely different people (partners, if you will). Yet, the only "Nicholas" that I had ever heard of was the character "Nicholas", from the television show "Eight is Enough". I actually believed for a couple of years that Santa rode around with that freaky little bastard with the god-awful bowl haircut, and he helped him deliver presents. Needless to say, I watched "Eight is Enough" every week, just to score brownie points with "St Nicholas". I was a very confused child.
I stopped believing in Santa Clause when i was 7 bc she used carpet deodorizor on the bottom of my dad's shoes to make it look like 'Santa' had came. I made the mistake and smelled it and it smelled like roses so that ruined it for me and my brohter!!!
When I was about 8 years old, I had this Barney Bedtime Book and it was around Christmas Time. They kept playing "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town". Well, the lyrics creeped me out and I thought Santa meant to burn my eyes out with the Sandman(the Barney book had a story about him). So I laid there in bed, on Christmas Eve shaking in fear.
(I have another one!)
I once, about 7, believed that the Tooth Fairy would yank all my teeth out. I always woke up in the middle of the night to make sure my mouth was shut.
when i was little i believed that you had to cover you eyes or santa wouldn't come. because one time i covered my eyes for about five mins and when i took away the blanket there were presents everywhere.
when i was a little chump my dad use to take me outside to look at santa and the reideer or w/e thats called, in that same moment my mom broght the presents to the sofa, but little did she know the camera was still recording, and it was focusing her, i found the tape and i was shocked, since then i dont believe in santa.
I used to believe that if it didn't snow on Christmas eve, that Santa couldn' come, and that I wouldn't get presents.
when i was little i wrote aletter to Santa left him cookies and carrots for his reigndeer. The next morining i went to see if he lef t a note for me. And in my dad's handwriting it said my reighndeer only like mushrooms they think carrots are gross. So i did not think santa could be that rude. An d i found out santa wasnt real iwas so sad.
my mum told me that on midnight on Christmas eve all the animals could talk to each other and tell Santa what they wanted for Xmas. The amount of time I spent listening out for them. When I was old enough to know better I always laughed at her for saying this, however i am guilty of telling my son the same story!
when i was little i thought that if you werent asleep when santa came he would take all your presents back and you would have none
When i was litttle for some strange reason i thought that santa lived in the pub by my nan''s house and that at christmas his reindeer would come out of a tree and then off they'd go.
I've truly believed in Santa Clause until I was about 10 or 11. Being 16 years
old now, I know that he can't be real. Although, logically, I know he doesn't exsist,
I still listen for jingle bells of his sleigh and the red glow of Rudolph's nose on
Christmas Eve.
I was Santa for my four-year old's school, but despite my best efforts, he saw trhough the costume (as did his best friend, who came out with "Santa looks just like Alex's Dad...")
He now thinks
- When you wear the costuem, you're not pretending to be Santa, you ARE Santa.
- Becuase the real Snata was too busy to come to the party, but Dad took a day off work, then Dad is better than Santa, who is now some absentee, workaholic father figure... Yes, i turned Santa in to my Dad in a brand new way...
When I was little and we went Cristmas shopping I wen to see Santa while in the department store. When we went to another department store to do some more shopping, my mother told me that Santa had just moved over there, and I believed it.
I used 2 think that if you had a beared u had 2 be related 2 "Santa Claus"!!!
In my country there are no chimneys so I used to believe that Santa Clause use to enter my house through the keyhole, that was what my mother told me as a child.
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