father christmas

When my cousins were about 4-6 my dad convinced them that he was Santa's younger brother. He told them that they had to be EXTRA good because if they anything bad he could just call up his brother and tell him not to give them any present. They believed him.....actually ...I did too!!

Santa's Neice :)

I used to believe in Santa and that was funny.

Erik A01034221

I used to believe in santa claus but now a don't used to blieve in he becouse I am bigger.

ab

When my oldest sister found out that Santa wasn't real, she was so mad at our mom for lying to us that she told me and our other sister. I was 4 years old. After that, Santa never visited us.... but had his friend, the no-name monster, come instead. The no-name monster was called this because he never signed the gift tag. To this day, and I am onw 22, there are presents under the tree from the no-name monster.

Rose

when I was a child a I used to believe in sant claus but one day I didn´t met in him decause I looked my fathers put the gifts in the tree

eduardo lopez paez

I used to believe that Santa Clous was a child, because he had a lot of energy to deliver all the presents around the world, just as a kid. =)

anakaren*

I used to think Santa Claus watched us through the VCR. I couldn't believe he just KNEW if I was bad and just KNEW what I wanted... he had to have a way to be in our house. So if I did something wrong, I made sure it was not in the living room- away from the VCR.

randi

I was a confused child.
I was terrified of christmas, the very THOUGHT of a big scary fat old guy coming into our house at night horrified me!
I always double-checked that all the doors were locked on Christmas, and I was shocked my parents would let strangers come into our house!!!

Jade

I believed in Santa Claus until I was 7. Then I seen a card at Zellers that said Top Ten Reasons To Be Jewish. Number one was 'SANTA ISN'T REAL"

Stina

When I was little I used to believe that if our family was out visiting on Christmas Eve too late, and came home and interrupted Santa while he was bringing presents, Santa would never come back to our house again. And Santa visited on the stroke of midnight so you had to all be in bed by then. So I was always in a state of high anxiety on Christmas Eve when we were forced to stay at our boring cousins' house until 11:30 p.m. We would never get home in time!! Stupid grownups!!

Also, I believed Santa needed a chimney to come down. This was never a problem because my mom would always put up a fake cardboard chimney decoration in the living room. I knew very well it wasn't a real chimney and didn't lead anywhere, but I believed Santa could use it.

Anon

On Christmas night, when I was 4/5, my parents stuck shredded cotton balls to our fireplace grating when they were downstairs delivering Santa's presents (and I was upstairs sleeping). Yes, I fell for it.

Seethaki

Like most children, I beleived in Santa when i was little. I believed really hard and I vividly remember one christmas eve being determined to stay up all night so that i could see Santa. I sat at my window for what seemed like ages, looking out on the frosty starry night. Then my heart skipped a beat. I heard slay bells and I thought I'd better get in to bed and pretend I was asleep, quick smart, thinking that if Santa saw me spying him - he'd be annoyed with me. So i snuggled down and brought the covers up and did that thing when you pretend to have your eys closed but they are atually open a little bit. I waited and watched and then the next thing I woke up and it was Christmas. There was my stocking filled with goodies - but I had missed him! I was a bit gutted. A few years later I was telling my mum how excited i'd been and how I really did think I had heard slay bells... she said "You did!" and went in to a cupboard and started raking about and produced a red leather strap thing with a bunch of little bells on it and gave it a wee shake.

Chris McMillan

I used to believe that santa came to your house at a different time depending on where you live.

santa 1:00 am

I used to believe that Santa was a distant relative, like an Uncle Ned who you've never met but sends you a bunch of money every year anyway. I figured Santa Clause was just some generous, rich relative that I had never met, and he decided to send us all great things every year. I never really noticed that all of my friends got things from him, too. It would always confuse me if we walked into a mall or somewhere that had a "Santa" talking to kids!

Pippi

I used to believe in Santa Clause.

Emily

I must have ruined many of my classmates views of the world in 3rd grade, but here is another funny story. Christmas time was coming up and, I knew that Santa Clause didn't actually exist, the rest of my classmates believed in him. So, when we were all sharing our christmas stories, one of my classmates said that "they were going to wait up and see Santa Clause." So I decided to enlighten them by saying "Santa Clause doesn't exist, he's made up just like the easter bunny." once again my parents got phone calls from upset parents of my classmates asking why I was such a little smartass.

farm grown

My father got a camcorder for his birthday one year, and decided to make a Christmas tape for the kids. He opened the back door, stuck a boot in it, and recorded just the boot sitting in the doorway. (We had no chimney, so Santa came in the back door) He claimed he caught Santa Clause leaving the house after putting our presents under the tree, but all he saw of him was the boot.

We believed him for years--even though he recorded the boot doing nothing for almost a full 2 minutes.

Jocelyn

I used to believe that the way Santa Claus knew what I wanted for Christmas was that my mom simply called the North Pole and phoned the order in. I thought you learned Santa Claus's phone number in college. "Okay, you're an adult now, so here's what you'll need to know. First, if you need to get ahold of Santa Claus, here's the number you call..."

Chris