father christmas

When i was about 5 we had a big family christmas eve and christmas day. there was a satellite passing over so my mother and aunties decided they would help us believe (and try and get us to go to bed earlier i think) by finding some bells and yelling oh my its santa. So up until i was about 12 i believed there was santa flying over and that i saw his sleigh.

Anon

When i was 4-8 I lived in a house with no chimney, only a back deck. So my parents told me Santa came in through the back deck. When I was 6 I asked for a puppy for Christmas and my parents got me one the night before but were going to surprise me in the morning. My dad had to stay in the basement all night so the puppy wouldn't bark and ruin the surprise. At about 3 am my dad stepped outside on the deck for some fresh air and I heard a nose, peeked out of my room and saw my dad, who is a large man. However, since it was very dark I was absolutely convinced I had seen Santa. This gave my parents a good laugh when they were telling me there was no Santa years later and I used this to protest.

Anon

I used to believe santa claus went into the stores and bought gifts for everyone. I also thought santa claus was a billionaire. I wished he was real so I can get anything I want without financal problems.

Anon

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!

Laura

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.

Tone

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

Carolyn Ransom

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!

Mark Yardley

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.

Anon

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.

is santa real

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....

Ida

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?

Anon

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.

Anon

When I was 4, I used to believe when I did a fire in my fire place, the father chrismas c'ant came.

Arthur 4°

my mom told me that santa and the easter bunny can read your thoughts ... so i was really afraid to think anything bad ...

i'm weird

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.

Anon

I used to believe that If I really was bad i would get coal in my stoking for Christmas

KittyLovah

When I was a child, like every kids, I used to believe in Santa Claus.
The day before the Christmas, my parents and I went to the park, and on this evening, I said I had seen Santa Claus.
When we came home, my mother went to her bedroom. I heard a sound in the stairs. Iwent to see what happened and i saw presents. My mother had dropped all the presents in the stairs !
Now, every Christmas my parents annoy me with this story.

Fan_tomas1

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!

Jo

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.

Captain Doormat

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.

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