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When my brother was about 6 he was concerned that Santa would have a difficult time getting into our house because we didn't have a chimney. The only logical solution to him was to leave the front door unlocked. Sometime during the night a gust of wind blew the door open. We woke up Christmas morning to arctic conditions in our living room complete with inch-deep snow drifts on the carpet.
Every Christmas my grandpa used to tell me that Santa had just left and that he talked and drank and ate the milk and cookies with him.
On the night of Christmas Eve my dad used to point to airplanes and say "Look! Its Rudolph and Santa!" I was the confused child that saw Rudolph almost every night flying around in the sky.
Due to their vague phonetic similarity, I somehow managed to confuse Satan and Saint Nick, taking the latter as one of the many nicknames for the former. Growing up in the U.S., I usually just heard him called Santa, so the truth took a little longer to dawn on me than it probably should have.
When I was a little girl, I used to believe Santa went down to the mantelpiece, so I left hot-chocolate and biscuits under thr Christmas' tree for him to eat after his round of gifts... But it was my dog who ate this hot chocolate and biscuits
When my little brother was about 3, he used to say that if he put his face in his pillow hard enough, and opened his eyes he could see things,father christmas, fairys etc, funny he never saw my dad coming up the stairs, to tell us all to get back in bed though, hope you dont still do this ian.
I used to believe in Santa Clause until I found the receipts for the presents that santa clause had bought us in the garage. I was so bummed that Santa Clause did not exist.
I still pretended that I believed in Santa Clause so I would get that extra present every x-mas.
My mom used to tell me that if I stayed awake trying to catch a glimpse of Santa he wouldn't come. I always tried to fall asleep as fast as I could on Christmas Eve.
I also remember one particular Christmas where my brother and I got two of those miniature electric pianos that they make for little kids. We were pretty poor at the time, and I remember saying to my mother, "Well, Santa MUST be real, because you couldn't have afforded this!"
When I was little I asked my korean mother what santa was bringing me, she stared me straight in the eyes and say "Santa Claus? He is Dead."
I used to think Santa was a creepy ghost
When I was little, not only would Santa come by, but so would the reindeer. We always left out carrots and we would always see hoof prints the next morning. So when we were going to get new carpeting for Christmas, I reminded mom and told the clerk that we should wait until after Christmas so the reindeer wouldn't mess up the new carpeting.
During a famly vacation we traveled down the West Coast, my parents told me that Washington was named after a president that died. We ended the trip in California and visited Santa Barbara. I thought this is where Santa's wife had died and he would be mad if I went there.
When i was a little girl I use to wonder how Santa got into my house because we had no fireplace..only a BIG central hall heater that was right next to my bedroom door. Well one Christmas night i stayed awake to see if i could get a glimps of Santa..and i heard a noise..i sat up in my bed all excited andi heard the noise again coming from the heater where mom and dad said he would come..the next thing i know..the gas cranks in the heater and it turns on..i started screaming "SANTAS ON FIRE..SANTAS ON FIRE!" thats when i learned the truth :(
When I was little I told a few kids in my class that no grown ups believed in God an that you were told the truth when you got older like Santa Claus
I used to believe that my grandpa was the real Santa. Every year at my dad's company Christmas party he would dress up as Santa, and every year on Christmas Eve we would go look at Christmas lights and then when we returned home we would catch him in the house putting our toys out. He would walk out the sliding glass door and tell us he'd be back later, he had to deliver the rest of the toys to the other kids. He'd be gone for hours..
I used to believe up till i was around 10 years old that Santa Claus didn't exist since I was told that he died in a sleigh accident :)
i used to know that santa wasn't real, but someone was really dressed up as santa because they had a huge scar down their body from where the presents came, and he had to wear the costume or he would scare all the kids.
I used to believe at Christmas time that the red lights from radio towers were actually Rudolph's nose blinking to show Santa the way to my house.
when i was little, on christmas eve i would never want to sleep, so my dad told me i had better or santa would "skip the house." i thought this meant he would stand right in the center hall and skip, really hard so the house would fly up and land sideways! i was so scared.
I used to think that in xmas films the father christmas in them was the real one, who played himself everytime! Especially "santa claus the movie" for some reason :)
When I was little I used to believe that Santa could bring anything....including babies! I always wanted a younger brother so used to ask for one on my Chritmas list every year until I found out where babies really came from.....the stork obviously!