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A method of discipline around Christimas time from my mother convinced me that Santa's elves were always watching me from behind clouds in case i did anything naughty.
When I was about 10 or 11 my dad told me there was no Santa Claus...I was shocked! I covered my shock up pretty well by telling him that "I just kept going along with it because I thought I'd get more presents."
My Mom told me that Santa's elves would come out at Thanksgiving every year and secretly watch you until Xmas-reporting back to Santa about your behavior. I was so scared to take a shower, get undressed, & use the bathroom, between Thanksgiving & Xmas, because I thought these Elves were watching me.
I once got worried at Christmas that Santa would bring his reindeer down the chimney and into the house with him, and that the reindeer would poo on the carpet.
When I started to disbelieve the Santa Claus stuff, I decided to figure out who it was. A friend and I decided to work for weeks on elaborite traps. We had tripwires hooked up to a coffee full of pennies, and the can was over a doorframe. When "Santa," my dad, walked under, he was blugened over the head by the extramely heavy coffee can, and fell on the floor. He did think it was a pretty good trick though.
I used to believe Santa was a locally elected person who used municipal funds, a kid gift database, and a master key to all the homes in the city. I figured reindeer can't fly, and that it is implausible for 1 guy to get around the whole world in one night when it takes two days to get to Wyoming. And yet I had incontrovertible evidence of his existence in the form of a blue bike. I assumed they just put details about his election in the Metro section where no kid would ever see it, and he had a code name like "AlderMan."
As a kid, my older sisters liked to jerk me around, and one of them told me that santa was buds with jesus. So one year I was writing to santa and I asked my mom, "What should I put on the end?" and she replied, "It's always good to kiss up to santa!" so at the end i put, "give jesus my best"
I was so terrified of santa that I would not get out of my bed Christmas eve for anything. On Christamas eve I got the stomach flu... I threw up in my hands and I sat there with it in my hands until the sun rised....
Having lived my first 4 years of life in northern Massachussetts, I just KNEW that Santa came by sleigh on the snow that was always on the ground at Christmas. When my Dad was stationed in Hawaii, I was terrified that Santa wouldn't come because there was no snow. Being a little kid, I never really had looked outside at night and saw all the bugs that come out at night in Hawaii, and as I looked anxiously for Santa, I saw them. Then I KNEW that in places where there wasn't snow, the bugs all came out to hold up Santa's sleigh. I could go to bed satisfied that Christmas would come.
when my brother and I were really little, our aunt (who is 10 years older than us) told us that before Santa was rich and could afford elves to make all the toys he used to pass out dirty underwear to little kids.
I was born as a Jehovah's Witness so never had Christmas or believed in Santa Claus. When I was 5 and had just started school I decided it was my duty to inform everyone else that their parents had been lying to them and Santa wasn't real! When my teacher heard a whole class of 5 year old kids screaming their heads off that there was no Santa, boy, did I get a telling off. She even wrote to my parents to say I had no right to destroy childrens childhoods!!! I never realised what a terrible thing I had done until I was much older. Sorry kids!
It was the summer me and my twinbrother turned five, we went down in the basement, even if we weren't allowed to go there. suddenly my brother tripped and fell over a box with christmas stuff. a santa claus figure fell out of the box and smashed at the ground. we got really upsett because we were sure it was the real santa and that bryan had killed him. we didn't dare tell our parents that we had killed santa so next christmas our uncle had dressed like santa and came with our presents. me and bryan totally freaked out because we thought that it was santas gohst that came to revenge.... you can't immagine how relieved we were whrn we found out that it was uncle and not a gohst!!!
i dont know why but i think my parents at one point told me santa lived in pizza crust so i would always just eat the center part being careful not to eat him
When I was about 8 I used to believe that if you were awake when Santa Clause came, he would kidnap you to the north pole and made you into one of the elves doomed to a life of making toys for kids.
When I was very little my mum told me that santa's elves were EVERYWHERE. I took this very seriously and whenever I went into the toilet I panicked incase I peed on an elf....
I thought very long and hard about the Father Christmas issue as a child. I eventually came to the conclusion that he couldn't possibly be what everyone said. How could a fat man and some magic deer go all around the world, dispensing brand name toys out of the back of an apparently limitless pile on a sled? No, to my 8 year old brain, the answer was simple: This "Father Christmas" was an alien. I confronted my parents with my findings and they were told me the truth.
I believed in Santa up until about the age 8. One night, my aunt called me over to the phone saying someone wanted to say Hello. Well, I answered and was like, 'Hello?' and this poorly voiced 'Ho, Ho, Ho! Merrrrry Christmas! Have you been a good little girl this year?' came booming out from the speaker. I instantly knew it was my cousin upstairs on the other line. I was like, 'This isn't Santa, this is Kevin!' and I hung up the phone and ran upstairs to beat him up, lol. I then knew that the parents just hid the presents in a secret place and put them out on Christmas Eve while you were sleeping.
I used to believe that Santa and God were really good friends and hung out together, and would switch out who's sky they went to (snowy sky or normal sky) based on the season.
I used to believe that the way santa could tell if you were good or bad was to keep a little green elf in your big toe video taping you.
my grandfather gave us a phone number. he said that it was santa claus's phone number. i didnt know what his phone number was and i didnt think of that. whenever we would call that number, he would answer with a HO HO HO, because he had caller ID. for years and years my sisters and i would call santa and talk to him about god and the tooth fairy. apparently they liked to go bowling a lot together.