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My mom would tell my brother, sister and I that the way to mail a Christmas wish list to Santa was to leave it in the corner of the front living room window. At night elves would come and pick up the letter to give to Santa. Our letters were delivered every year! Those "Santa elves" sure were reliable!
At Christmas I belived for many years that my dad was just unlucky to be out every time Santa arrived....of course it was him all dressed up, but I wouldnt recognice him.
i used to believe in santa. so i would believe that if you ate an extra cookie or something santa would not come, and he would tell everyone what a bad kid you were. i would also believe that he would not give you anything anymore
When I was little I really believed in Santa. So much so infact, I cried for hours when my parents said he wouldn't be coming because I hadnt gone to bed when I was supposed to. They eventually talked me round, convincing me he would come if I was good in the future. How I look back and chuckle to myself!
When I was young, a few days before my third christmas my parent I wouldn't get any presents because I had been bad. On christmas, I opened my stocking and found a cat inside eating everything. Later I found a box that had been clawed open but before that I was convinced that i had to tell santa i was sorry. I didn't even make it a block before my parents caught me and told me the truth.
i used to beleive that sant was real and my older bro always said that dont open your eyes or else santa will go away. one night when i thought santa came in my bedroom i opened my eyes and noticed that it was my mum and i screamed and i wet the bed. the problem is my mum tells all my friends when they come round and i get dead embarrase. illl never live it down.
When I was little I was afraid of Santa because I thought that he could see if I hadn't been good that year....until I found out that it was dad....
WhenI was five i believed in santa claus. So that year i sat in front of my door (we didnt have a fire place) and waited for santa. all of a sudden bam a door hit me, i cried, and santa picked me up?
When I was in third grade, I had just learned about the concept of UNICEF boxes. I wanted something expensive, and my mom suggested asking Santa for it. Realizing the item was expensive, I thought up, "North Pole Committee for Jingle Bugs" and did chores for people and wanted to go to the mall and give the money I earned to Santa so he could buy the present, or I could write a check and send it to, "Santa Claus, North Pole." but my mom told me multiple times, "Santa doesn't take money from the public. Santa's magic." She told me that Santa or his elves contact the toy companies and say, "I'd like to place an order of 5,000..., 3,000...", or they go out to stores nationwide and present an ID card and take what they need, and no, they don't have to pay." So instead, I donated money to a drive to help kids whose parents couldn't afford to buy them gifts. Then I realized that the reason one can't give money to Santa is because he's not real, and the money could get lost, and that if there was a Santa, we wouldn't need these drives for children whose parents can't afford presents for them.
When I was 4, I used to believe when I did a fire in my fire place, the father chrismas c'ant came.
my mom told me that santa and the easter bunny can read your thoughts ... so i was really afraid to think anything bad ...
I had a friend and her dad would be Santa every year and she told me that she was one of Santa's elves and I believed her for 5 years.
I used to believe that If I really was bad i would get coal in my stoking for Christmas
When I was a cild I used to beive that Santa came at Chritmas night and bring toys. I used to leve him cookies and milk. I used to wait for him all night.
I've always believed in Santa. Even now, at 22, I say I believe in Santa becaue I like the idea of him. But here's why I never really STOPPED believing. There was an old man named Louie in my hometown who played Santa at the mall every year. If there is one human being on the planet who totally could be the real santa, Louie is it. He was kind of short and round with a long white beard and white hair.. even had the rosy nose thing going on. He MADE TOYS. His license plate said Santa. Here's the kicker: Louie went to my church and used the same bank as my parents. So... when my parents tried to tell me Santa was fictional . . how could I believe them? I mean.. the man sat behind me in church every week!
We have a gas fire in our house. I used to wonder how Father Christmas could get out. I used to imagine him unscrewing the firething from the wall. Either that or sticking his elbow through a window, plonking the presents down, and fitting a new sheet of glass in the broken one's place.
I used to beleive that Father Christmas was a red nosed, fat guy who left us presents until I was about 7. Father Christmas was always at the malls and I always wondered why he was at the mall and not working on the presesnt. One day we went to two different malls and I saw two Father Christmas's. Weird, I thought. I went and sat on his lap and he gave me a blue candy cane. I ran I showed my mum. I wailed, "I don't like blue! Father Christmas is mean!" On Christmas Eve I slept in my mum and dad's room.
When I was around 5 I was conviced I seen the ghost of Saint Nick peeking around the corner of my bedroom door. I never forgot that image. I became so terrifed that my mother had to eventially tell me there was no Santa.
When I was little, I believed in Santa (of course). We used to put out milk and cookies and they would be gone in the morning so, naturally, I thought he was real. Until one Christmas Eve when I was nosy snoping for presents for me and I saw a gift to one of my sisters from Santa Claus. My parents tried to tell me Santa came early because he had soo many children to get to.
Finally, I used to believe in all the usual things that kids are told in school about Santa, The Easter Bunny, etc, until I was sadly disillusioned at the age of eight when someone told me that Santa was really my headteacher at my primary school! God love him! So...so much for childhood beliefs. I'm a grown up now- nearly thirty six years of age but I still remember my childhood years with fondness and not a little nostalgia for a time when I was new to a world that seemed so full of mystery, wonder and endless possibilities!