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I used to believe santa claus went into the stores and bought gifts for everyone. I also thought santa claus was a billionaire. I wished he was real so I can get anything I want without financal problems.
every night on chritmas eve for some reson i always have to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, don't ask me why. but when i went my presents from "Santa" were always under the tree. i thought that Santa knew exsactly when i was going to use the bathroom so had to do my house faster than anyone else's house. good thing my parents put presents underthe tree before i used the bathroom,or i would have know when i was 4.
kylie bug
When I was a little girl, I used to think that Daddy's turned into Santa Clause. My father dressed up as Santa one year.Later that day, I walked passed the bedroom and saw him taking the beard off. Instead of assuming Santa wasn't real, I just thought that he had turned into Santa.I just knew I had the Secret to Santa Clause. I told all of the kids at school.
I believed there really was a Santa living in the North Pole until I was 15 (and found out by accident because of snooping in my parents' bedroom for something). All the santas at the mall and department stores were really his elves that he used magic on to make big and had great memory so they could tell the real Santa what we wanted when they magicked back to the North Pole every night.
When I was little, I didn't believe that Santa and his elves made all the toys he gave. I thought that he sent out elves in disguise as humans to buy the toys at stores. My classmate Ryan had large ears, and I thought that he might be an elf because of this.
My dad is a police officer and works the night shift. When I was younger he had me convinced that he was Santa Clause and went to the North Pole at night to get ready for Christmas. I even told my friends at school.
Every Christmas we had parties at my grandparents and from when i was from about age 4 to 7 and i used to believe i talked to Santa Clause up the chimney. What i now know is, that 'Santa Clause' was actually my grandad upstairs with one walkie-talkie and the other inside a vase (with flowers) next to the fire place!! The family always joined in the fun, with uncles and aunties all running in saying that they have seen him on the roof! Great tip for youngters, it used to make my Christmas!
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.
Dani
Growing up in Florida, we didn't have much need for a fireplace. Fortunately, according to Mom, we had a great big hole in the wall, where the air conditioning filter was, so Santa could still get in the house from the roof.
Jaede
When I was 5, my dad was a cop. He was involved in a high-profile drug sting, and as a result, there were death threats on him and on my family. We got used to him checking the door with a pistol in his hand.
One night in December, Dad went outside for a few minutes to "check around" as he did frequently. Suddenly, I heard bells and a loud, "HO, HO, HO!" coming from my bedroom window! I shrieked and ran for my mother in terror, and Mom asked me, "What's wrong, honey?"
My panicked response: "Mommy, we've gotta stop Daddy! He's gonna shoot Santa!"
Jaede
when I was six years old I was under the impression that Santa Claus' sleigh was on my room. I looked out the window every so often. I looked on last time and was sooo convienced that it was his sleigh, but it was the our Gutter that's all! I was totally mistaken and sad...
thumper
I had a friend and her dad would be Santa every year and she told me that she was one of Santa's elves and I believed her for 5 years.
I used to believe that Santa's elves were watching me everyday and at night would report to Santa telling him if I was good or bad that day.
One year, when I was a kid and still believed in Santa, it was a cold but snowless Christmas Eve in Chicago and I wanted to wait for Santa to show up. I didn't go to bed as I was supposed to but instead waited and waited and kept on looking out my frosted bedroom window. All of a sudden my Dads car pulls up in front of our house. My Dad gets out of the car and then, lo and behold who gets out of the passenger side but none other than ole Saint Nick ( my Dads slightly lubed buddy dressed like Santa) himself. They open the trunk and remove a bag of presents and walk up to the house. I'm excited as all get up but my young mind is thinking...hey..what's up with this?
Well they come in through the front door and to their surprise ( their plan was for Dad was to slip into bed with Mom and then Santa was to make some racket to awaken us ) I'm already at the bottom of the stairs yelling out at the top of my lungs "Santa Clause is here" which then woke everybody else in my family up.
Well after Santa gave us our presents, the wheels in my young head started turning again and I looked at my Dad and asked...Daddy, why was Santa in your car and where is his sleigh and reindeers???
My Dad was stumped but Santa, with a glass of eggnog in his hand, looked at me, paused and then said "Johnny, as you can see, there's no snow on the ground or up on your roof for my sleigh to land on... so I called your father and he picked me up at O'Hare airport.
That made perfect sense to me!
i once caught my christmas list in my dad's office, when it was supposed to be at the north pole. i became upset until my father explained he had santa's fax number. i was duly impressed.
When you caught the white fuzzy things that fly through the air, that was part of Santa Claus' beard and it meant you were being good.
elizabethany
my parents told me that santa hired elves that made cookies and built toys and they lived among us (i had discovered my uncle was dressed as santa one year) and so my aunt and uncle were secret "elves" and that was how there were so many santas in so many shopping malls, because the elves relayed the information back to headquarters. i couldn't believe i had elves in my family.
austin
I used to believe that Santa used to come round to children's houses on Chrismas eve carrying baby Jesus with him. I thought that children had to be quiet so that they wouldn't wake baby Jesus. I used to also believe that if children were very good, Santa would give them some of baby Jesus' toys that he didn't want any more.
I loved Santa 
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