father christmas

I used to believe that christmas oriments were to keep Santa Claus company.

Torrie

I used to think santa was real, so I wrote him a letter asking for a laptop. my father stumbled over the letter accidentaly and read it. On Chistmas Eve, a big box with "To:Alissa From: Santa" was given to me by my father. He told me he got it from the Post Office, since we didn't have a chimney. I was so happy, I believed every word. Now I am older, and I know that Santa doesnt exist, and that he doesn't send presents in the mail!

Alissa

When I was 5, my mother told me on Christmas Eve that my dolls were really alive and they have been watching me and "reporting on me" to Santa Claus all year if I really was a good little girl. She even added that they go to the tree to great Santa and offer him our cookies and milk. Then she gently kisses me goodnight and sneaked out into the hallway.

Terrified in my bed, watching the glass eyed dolls staring at me... I waited a little while... gather up everything, including Mr. T action figures and Barbies and I snuck out to the living room and put them all in the fireplace and locked the fire screen to trap them in. I figured Santa would come down and crush them before they could talk or come back to kill me in my sleep.

Needless to say, my parents were bewildered to find me asleep in the living room with the fire poker to protect me from Santa's evil spy dolls.

LF

My older sister used to tell me that Santa Claus had a huge TV set to keep watch over all the kids to see how they're behaving. I thought that whenever I said a naughty word or misbehaved, he would put a check mark by my name, and the more marks I got, the less toys I received. Of course that still didn't stop me from misbehaving, or saying naughty words.

Anon

When I believed in Santa Claus, I didn't believe he flew in the air in his sleigh. I thought he rode on the ground like everyone else. Since I lived where there was no snow, I thought his sleigh made a heck of a racket sliding along the pavement.

Anon

my mom told me that santa and the easter bunny can read your thoughts ... so i was really afraid to think anything bad ...

i'm weird

I believed in Santa, until one year - I think I was about 9. I was climbing up on the kitchen cupboards to get a mug out of the cupboard above, and I was just tall enough to look on top of the cupboard, so you know, I took a look at what was up there, as any other curious child would, to find and old dusty letter that said 'Santa' on it. Then I picked it up and realised this was one of the letters I wrote to santa years ago, and my parents had hid it there ever since. I got really upset and threw a tantrum because I found out Santa wasn't real, and my parents had hidden my letter there.

Anon

When I was little, I took the song about Santa always watching me literally. I thought he had the ability of following me hidden in my shadow. I would always turn around really fast to try and catch him in the act of watching me and when I went to use the restroom, I'd ask him to leave for a moment.

Anon

I believed in Santa until I was nine, when I went downstairs to the basement and found some gifts packed in garbage bags. When those same gifts appeared bearing "Santa" on Christmas, I went to my room and cried. I still like to think that Santa is out there, somewhere...

Chibi

When I was little, I used to think that Santa Clause couldn't live forever so I thought that when he died, the Prime Minister or president of every country would all get together and have a meeting to decide who should be the next santa.....

Cathy

when i was 3 years old my mum told me that father christmas was comming to our house but 1st i had to go to sleep. so when i did i sudenly woke up again.i went downstairs and saw father christmas himself! i used to believe he wasn't real but now i know the truth!

now i know that he exists!

Everyone remembers going to the mall and sitting on Santa's lap to take a picture at Christmas time right?

Well I used to think that if I did that Santa would get mad because he had to go all around the world and let every kid around the world have a chance to take a picture and of course his lap would hurt and he would be so tired. I thought he would keep a copy of the picture and that's how he decided who would be on his naughty list.

Let's just say my mom couldn't get me onto Santa's lap until she made him promise I wouldn't end up on his naughty list.

Never on the naughty list, always on the nice.

We're catholics and we don't believe in Santa. I told my 4 yr old cousin that Santa's baby Jesus' mailman. That because he's a newborn He can't carry the huge presents so he sends them with the big fat guy. we live in the Caribbean so it's kinda hard to believe a guy with a sleigh and reindeers can fly without melting from the heat.

Jessica

I USED TO BELIEVE IN SANTA UNTIL ONE X-MAS I WALKED IN THE LIVING ROOM TO SEE IF SANTA WAS THERE AND CAUGHT MY DAD EATING THE COOKIES AND DRINKING THE MILK

BABY TOMI

When I was a child Santa Claus was the most wonderful man in the world. As we eight children began to grow up my parents tried everything possible to keep us younger ones believing in him! I went as a first year to a Grammer school still believing and insisted to the other girls that I could prove his existance by bringing in the family 'autograph' book where he had signed his signature the previous christmas!

Still love Santa

I believed in santa until I was 8, then I realized all the "Santa" presents were in my parents' shopping bags. They thought I believed till I was 11 XD

Anon

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.

Mark

I use to believe that when I was sleeping at Christmas eve, Santa would come to my house and let some presents. And I stayed all night over waiting him until I could sleep.

shahin