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when I was little I used to believe that when santa came down the chimney and poked his but in the fireplace he used the milk as rubbing alchohol and the cookies as band-daids
I used to believe that if I stayed up to see Santa, the elves would poke my eyes out with their pointy shoes. All of my older cousins told me this and I never tried staying up to see Santa.
It's a well known saying that if you don't go to sleep, Santa won't come to your house. I used to lay in bed agonizing over it, knowing that I HAD to go to sleep, but I would be so worked up about it that I couldn't fall asleep.
we used to believe in Santa Claus! That he would bring presents to the chlidren that were good during the year!
I share a room with my younger sister. For years she was terrified to get up and go to the bathroom on Christmas Eve night because she was afraid to she would see Santa, who she was scared to death of.
When I was in first grade I didn't believe in Santa but my classmates told me that if I didn't I wouldn't get any presents so I automatically started believing in him and I still sorta do to this day. (though the belief is sorta fading. Kinda tired of going to bed at nine every Christmas due to that belief.)
When my little sister was about 4, she overheard my mother comment, "It's getting close to Christmas. We really should give Sandy a call." - being our cousin Sandy. Well, my sister thought she said Santa and was crazy with excitement that she would get to talk to Santa on the phone. When she never did, she was terribly disappointed and we didn't figure the whole thing out till a few days after Christmas.
i used to belief in santa when i was younger and chrismas used to feel magical but now christmas has never been the same since i ound out he wasnt real the magic was truely lost!
When i was 10 ive been asking my mum for a apple laptop.like ill never get it but she kept saying "not this year maybe next year",which drived me nuts.then i suspected something, that how does she know that iom not going to get a laptop. then b4 christmas i asked her "is santa rlly real" and she said no im santa
!! that broke my heart i used 2 love santa :(:(:(:(;(
WHEN I WAS 5 I WAS TOLD IF YOU ARE A BAD BOY OR GIRL (I LIVED IN GERMANY) THE GERMAN SANTA WOULD THROUGH YOU IN A BIG GUNNY SACK AND TAKE YOU AWAY AND NEVER BE HEARD FORM AGAIN. ONE CHRISTMAS A TEEN AGE BOY WAS DRAGGED OFF AND I RAN AND HID UNDER MY BED!
i used to belive santa was green
We're catholics and we don't believe in Santa. I told my 4 yr old cousin that Santa's baby Jesus' mailman. That because he's a newborn He can't carry the huge presents so he sends them with the big fat guy. we live in the Caribbean so it's kinda hard to believe a guy with a sleigh and reindeers can fly without melting from the heat.
I believed in Santa until I was nine, when I went downstairs to the basement and found some gifts packed in garbage bags. When those same gifts appeared bearing "Santa" on Christmas, I went to my room and cried. I still like to think that Santa is out there, somewhere...
I used to think Santa Claus watched us through the VCR. I couldn't believe he just KNEW if I was bad and just KNEW what I wanted... he had to have a way to be in our house. So if I did something wrong, I made sure it was not in the living room- away from the VCR.
I wasn't brought up to believe in Santa Claus, but I guess the belief was there, anyway. Until I was around 6 years old, when I saw him dead on the evening news. I can't recall how he died. I just remember some men carrying the body somewhere.
When I was little, I used to believe in Santa Claus. Every christmas, I usually go to the kitchen to see if the cookies and milk was gone. My parents always leave them on the table the day before Christmas, so they told me that Santa Claus will come to eat them and I believed them. When I woke up at Christmas Day, I went to the kitchen to find the cookies and milk gone.
I thought that santa was an eskimo on ecstacy
When i was a kid I used to love watching 'Santa claus the movie' at Christmas, and for years I thought the actor playing Father Christmas was actually the real Santa.
when i was little my dad, (who is a doctor) used to tell me and my brother that he had looked after santa claus when he got his leg broken by a reindeer. he told us that santa supported arsneal F.C and his favourite colour was orange! i actually beleived him! (until i was four)
I always believed in santa untill in was 14!
And then on day before christmas i was nosing in my mums room to look at my presents and then in this bag were some wrapped up.
And on christmas day i looked in my sack and saw the presents that were wrapped in the same wrapping paper and even the same shapes!
I cry when i started to open them and told my mum that i just had a very bad headache and that i felt sick.
To hide my sadness of the truth on santa