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I used to bieleve that santa would eat the cookies and drink the milk. when i heard noises i went to the kitchen, my Dad didn't hear me but i found my dad eating the cookies and drinking the milk, i thought he was stealing from Santa. I didn't talk to him for a bout a week because i thought that we didn't get as many presents that year because my dad ate Santas food.
i used to believe that coal from stockings was santa's poop because i was bad
Until i was 8, I believed that, If you didn't have a chimney, Santa Clause would come in through the toilet.
My sister and I used to believe that Santa saw you through the light bulbs, and thats why he knew everything you did.
My grandmother always told me that pigeons were 'Father Christmas' birds who went back and told him everything you did (this was after a expressed my scepticism that Santa could really know all that stuff). Also, when I was really little and was getting excited about Christmas, my mother told me that it wasn't the next day but the one after. Then, when there were presents under the tree the next day, she would admit that she must have been wrong. It's almost embarrasing how long I believed that and how often I fell for it.
Just as I was starting to disbelieve in Father Christmas my parents got a neighbour to dress up as him and fill the stocking at the end of my bed. He trod on, and smashed, the airfix planes I had layed as a trap and woke me. I was too paralysed with belief and fear to apprehend him and carried on believing for a few years.
I believed superheroes got their powers by taking special pills, and if I asked Santa for those pills he would give them to me, too.
When I was in kindergarten, in the school bathroom the light was a circle with a black dot in the middle. Since people said santa is always watching I thought that it was santa's eye. So I didn't know why the heck an old man would want to watch little kids go to the bathroom, so I stopped using that bathroom
I used to believe that, if God would die, Santa Claus would be boss.
When I was about 6 or 7, we had a church Christmas party. My dad dressed up as Santa Clause and all the kids sat on his lap and he gave them candycanes. when I got near the front of the line, I finally recognized him. I was shocked! I couldnt believe my dad was Santa! I didnt tell dad .I didnt want him to be upset because I found out his secret.
I used to believe that you need to hide from Santa Clause, cause my parents always told me to wait in the bathroom until he was gone :))
When I was younger I'd spend ages choosing what to leave out for Santa & Rudolf. In the end, I decided on Rice Krispies for Rudolf, because he "must get bored of carrots". On Christmas morning I was so excited when I saw that the Rice Krispies had been spilt everywhere, surely only Rudolf could have done that? Oh dear.
We didn't have a chimney in our house. Father Christmas had to come in through the letter box.
Whilst on holiday, a little boy approached my father-in-law and offered him a sweet in the belief that he was father christmas (my father in law really is the spitting image of Santa). The boys' mother and my mother-in-law played up to this and explained that Santa needed a holiday as well after all his exertions at Christmas and that he had cut his beard because it was too hot. I just hope the little boy received what he wanted that Christmas after going to the trouble of bribing Santa!!
When I was little, my brother once told me that eating the crust on your bread would make Santa Claus turn brown.
Although I no longer believe in Santa Claus, I still don't eat the crust on my bread.
when I was six years old I was under the impression that Santa Claus' sleigh was on my room. I looked out the window every so often. I looked on last time and was sooo convienced that it was his sleigh, but it was the our Gutter that's all! I was totally mistaken and sad...
I saw my Dad putting Christmas presents under the tree and I whispered his name and he didn't answer so I was convinced that Santa dressed up like everyone's parents to get into the house without anybody calling the police.
When I was 4 I went to live with my Great Grandfather. On Christmas Eve I pretended to be asleep and I saw Grandpa go to the table and drink the milk and eat the biscuits we'd left out for Santa. I was in absolute awe and so excited - I exploded out into the neighbourhood on Christmas day convinced that Santa lived at my house.
When I was small, I realised that our house didn't have a chimney. I got really worried about this because I didn't know how Santa was going to deliver all our presents, so my Dad made a giant paper mache key and told me that Santa could use his magic to turn it into a real key so he could use the front door to get in.
The beleif that santa is real is the most common for kids, i know, but my beleif was probably a little stronger. This was due to the fact that every christmas after I went to bed my dad would trash the living room. He would throw dirt around, put boot marks everywhere, spill the sherry i left for santa... one time he even lodged one of his wellies in our fireplace. we had to leave it outside for poor santa to collect! Of course, this gave me a terrible impression of santa, a messy drunk intruder!