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Xmas 2002 newsletter

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i used to believe xmas special

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I used to believe in father christmas until I tied a string across my
bedroom doorway and my dad fell over it in the dark
johnboy


When I was 3 a man dressed as Father Christmas visited us at nursery school.
I remember he had a cotton wool beard which completely obscured his mouth
and I was baffled as to how he could eat without a mouth. So I asked him
what he ate and he seemed slightly puzzled by the question and said
"Potatoes and stuff like normal people!"
Frankie


I used to call poinsettias "pinseltoe" because I could never remember the
correct word. And "pinseltoe" sounds like "mistletoe", so that helped at
Christmas!
amanda


for christmas when i was about 7, i was given this book that you coloured
in, but the pages all had frames and subjects in. one page asked you to draw
god, & i thought nelson mandela was god, so i found a picture of him and
copied it. my mum was very confused, but thought it nice that i idolised him
like that.
black star


During school christmas dinners everyone used to get a chicken drumstick - I
remember thinking what a terrible waste of the rest of the chicken it was.
Debbie


In order to stop me staying up on Christmas eve, my father used to tell me
Father Christmas was an evil tramp who controlled a bunch of equally nasty
dwarves. Small boys were known to have been blinded for life by simply
glimpsing their hideousness.
Anon


I used to be absolutely terrified of Father Christmas entering my room at
night. I would leave my stocking in the garage and dad would open the door
a little to let him in. To this day I'm still not particularly happy about
large, bearded old men entering my room while I sleep.
Rob H


When we were about 7 my friend and I decided that the idea of Father
Christmas being real was ridiculous. Faced with the problem of how the
presents got in front of the fire place every Christmas morning we concluded
that there must be a team of men in helicoptors who came down chimneys on
ropes and were hauled up by the rest of their team. I imagined these men to
look like Batman. I believed this until I was about 10.
Mad


I used to think that I could control the weather. One year when i was 9 I
said I want snow for christmas, we got so much snow that year that everyone
was praticly traped in there homes... I swore never to use my powers again
Mel


as a little boy my father told me that Santa was tired of cookies and milk
so I used to leave beer and salami sandwiches. I got wise when one
christmas morining I discovered 3 empties when I had left only 1. I was 25
at the time.
larry


I was raised Polish Roman Catholic. When I was a child, my father used to
tell me that on Christmas eve when we were at mass that at exactly midnight
animals began to talk. This had to do with some blessing of the Baby Jesus
to the animals in the manger. For years I harboured anger at my father every
Christmas Eve because I was dragged to mass and I really wanted to talk to
my dog.
Toddmichael, Ohio


When we were kids, my dad used to tell us that if we did not behave at
Christmas, he would give our gifts to a little boy called Henry who
regularly only got a turd from Santa at Christmas.
I used to ponder how cruel it was to give a little boy a turd for Christmas.
I mean, getting nothing would be better than opening your gift wrapping and
finding a turd inside.
Peter T.


I convinced my little brother that the Easter Bunny had to help Santa on
Christmas Eve since there were so many houses to go to in only one night,
and told him to leave out carrots too just in case. Which he always did.
Debbie


I used to believe that every religous Christmas card we recieved was sent to
us by God.
Anon


When i was about 4 and my sister was 3, we refused to go to bed on Christmas
Eve. So, on this paticular Christmas Eve, My sister and I were in our room
and our mother was trying to put us to bed. She said that if we were awake,
Santa wouldn't come. At that moment, we heard bells and footsteps on the
roof. She told us that Santa stopped by to check on us and he would only
come back when we fell asleep. We did right away. Little did we know that
our father had climbed to the roof to trick us into going to sleep.
Kerri


I used to believe in Father Christmas unconditionally after my dad dressed
up in a Santa Claus outfit and rendered my sister and I speechless. Imagine
my dismay when, many years later but still convinced, I picked a bag out of
the boot of his car that made bell-like noises and nosily looked inside.
Gutted.
Claire Roberts


I used to believe in Santa until my parents told me he was dead. One day,
before christmas, I found my presents in a suitcase. Out of desperation, and
under the pressure of a very inquisitive child, they eplained to me that he
died of old age, and they had to buy the presents themselves so I would not
be dissapointed and left empty handed.
Oli.


i thought the traffic lights were just christmas lights all year long to
make the roads look pretty. i could never figure out why my parents always
stopped at them. so, in regards to that, i always through a fit and told my
mom to start driving.
courtney


When I was 6 or so, I had months and years reveresed in my head (ie: 12
years in one month). So when I was told Christmas was 3 months away, I was
horrified at the thought that I wouldn't get another gift till I was nine.
Jason


I remember being rather confused at the lyric in the popular Christmas carol
that went 'Dawn we now our day of peril, fa la la, la la la, la la la'. I
couldn't figure out why we were so happy about a day of peril, but hey.
Christmas is weird.
Dr. Nightshade


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i used to believe xmas special

these beliefs are taken from a collection of childhood beliefs called 'i
used to believe' at http://iusedtobelieve.com

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email address:
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