make-believe: father christmas

when i was little, i used to believe in santa.Then my mom would stand in front of my room and tell my dad it was ok to get all of the presents out. Thats when i found out about santa.

i used to believe that i actually saw santa one christmas eve when i went to the bathroom. and it's funny, i can still picture that memory as if it really did happen

I remember having a big argument one christmas with my friends in school trying to convince them that Father Christmas was real. I was 11 at the time and went on believing for another 2 yrs even though nobody else did. I thought it was a big sin not to believe in Father Christmas because he was actually a Saint.
Its really sweet looking back on it

when i was really young, i had curtains in my bedroom, that had clouds and aeroplanes on them, and every christmas eve i would look at them and see reindeers made out of the overlapping clouds (this was when i believed), but any other day i could never see them.

My little girl is 4 years old and we have just written a letter to Mrs & Mr Santa Claus, lol, she believes in Mrs Santa more so for some reason, its magical to see the wonder in her eyes, (I stopped believing many many years ago), but this brings it all back and now I wait to hear the bells and the jingling once again, its fantastic. Merry Christmas to you all xx

When I was a small child, I always wondered how Father Christmas knew whether or not you were naughty. My mother told me that Father Christmas knew because the Sandman tipped him off (the Sandman being the fairy that makes you fall asleep every night).

When I was in first grade, around Christmas, our class learned about Christmas around the world. We learned about the French Santa named Pere Noel. Children would leave their shoes outside the door and Pere Noel would fill them with candy and sweets. If you were bad his helper, Black Peter, would spank you! Our teacher had us leave our shoes outside the classroom door so Pere Noel could fill them with candy. I was so excited that while we were waiting I peeked outside. I saw a small little elf-like man dressed in black. He was dancing at the end of the hallway! Later that night I wanted to try it again. So I left my shoes outside the door for literally like 5 minutes, then checked outside and there was candy in them! But, no one had been outside! I'm still trying to figure out how it all happened!

i used to believe that Father Winter, as my older siblings called him, would come at night when you hear the wind rustling and whistling on cold stormy winter days, he would swoop in to keep away the children from the mistle-toe because as they say " Mistle-toe is for Lovers! "

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!