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when i was four i used to believe that santa claus was a murderer on the loose and da presents were stolen an he gave dem out coz he wanted every1 else 2 get da blame 4 it
I used to believe in the tooth fairy and father christmas
Wen i was 10 years old, a week before Christmas my mom was rapping gifts an di saw the hair ties that i always wanted! and so i pretned that i never seen them so it would be a suprise to everyone that i got them.well on christmas day i opened my gifts from santa and i found the hair ties that my mom was wrapping from santa!!!! i waas soo mad that was the day i figured out santa was not real1 tear tear
When I was little I was afraid to sleep alone. My family told me that Santa would not bring me presents unless I was sleeping alone. I asked my brother to please cut the bed in half for just one night so Santa would think I sleep alone.
You know how when you're little your parents tell you Santa comes at Christmas through the chimney? Well, in my house, I have a wood stove. It's like a big iron thing, and it's a bit like a fireplace, but it closes. And Santa definitely wouldn't be able to fit down my narrow chimney and into my little wood stove and open the little door and come out. So I believed that he came in through the door and I was always upset about that.
When I was young, I use to believe in Father Chrismas. I always thought he was true. I left cookies and milk every Christmas eve and the next morning, the cookies and milk will always be gone.and the tree will be FULL of presents.
But one year it changed, My dad took his boots and put them in the ashes to make tracks so it looked like Santa came. My mom got so mad. She yelled at him and i over herd and they explained to me that sants not real...... How stupid of me to believe that!.!.!.!.!.!.
when i was little i believed that you had to cover you eyes or santa wouldn't come. because one time i covered my eyes for about five mins and when i took away the blanket there were presents everywhere.
When i was about 8 it was august and i wanted to get a good start on my wish list because i was weird kid that like school supplies and i kept putting all these pictures of school supplies on my wish list. Well me dad and my older brother who was like 15 was sitting in the kitchen and he asked me what are you doing and i told him that i was cutting out pictures for my wish list. Thats when he told me there was no such thing as santa claus and i freaked out.
but then later that year i decided he was lying because he told me the tooth fairy was real and i knew she wasn't.
I once believed in the magic of Santa Clause. The magic of the Easter Bunny, and even the magic of the Tooth Fairy, even though i found her to be cheap at times. Until some friend at school told me they weren`t real. But you know what, i still believe in the magic of the imagination and the playfulness of a child.
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer had a nose that, as you know, glowed bright red. On Christmas Eve, the blinking red light on top of a nearby water tower would miraculously become proof positive that Rudolph - and, therefore, Santa Claus - was in the neighborhood.
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My little sister, this past Christmas, yanked Santa's beard off in the food court in the middle of the mall, while sitting on his lap. She had used his beard to help her get comfortable on his lap... and it came off in her hand. The "elf" taking the picture just /froze/, unsure of what to do. It was almost closing time, the day BEFORE Christmas Eve, my sister was up well past her bedtime, and Santa's beard was in her hand. Fortuantely, there weren't a lot of little kids around (or many other people for that matter) to hear my four-year-old sister's shrill voice yelling, "SANTA'S NOT REEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAL!" and promptly bursting into tears.
Poor kid was so traumatized, I wrote her a letter the next day, as "Santa", saying that, if she had looked at the mall santa's ears, she would have realized he was one of "my" elves, working for me to find out what children wanted.
Well, it seemed to have worked, she ran into my room at 4 am Christmas morning, shrieking that she had gone downstairs "for a glass of water, Kate, I swear!" and saw Santa's boot tips in the fireplace...
I first learned that Santa didn't exist when I found piles of presents in my upstairs closet, already addressed "From Santa." I was so upset that I showed my little sister and I refused to tell my mom. A few days later, my mom finally told me the truth, but, as the oldest kid, I couldn't tell my sister or my two brothers. So, to fix what I did to my sister, I told her that Santa only had time to give one present to every kid in the world, but he told the parents everything else you wanted so you wouldn't get two of the same thing. She believed it for another 3 years.
I USED TO BELIEVE IN SANTA, REALLY REALLY BELIEVED IN HIM
In New Hampshire, there is an amusement park called "Santa's Village." There were rides and of course Santa was there! Well I use to believe that the Santa at Santa's Village was the real Santa. Infact, I remember discussing Santa with my friends as a child and we all agreed that the Santa from Santa's Village was the real Santa.
i never thought there was a monster under my bed or in my closet i thought there was snakes in mushrooms though. i found out when i was 12 that my parents never supported the fact of my belief in santa claus(e) it was school that made me believe in him. now isn't that a shame?
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My little sister Elsa once thought that Santa Claus didn't wear pants. I'm as confused as you are. She thought the impact of the sleigh travelling so fast blew off his pants every time he took off, so he just got tired of wearing them.
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When I was in kindergarten, in the school bathroom the light was a circle with a black dot in the middle. Since people said santa is always watching I thought that it was santa's eye. So I didn't know why the heck an old man would want to watch little kids go to the bathroom, so I stopped using that bathroom
When I was little, I was TERRIFIED of Santa. Once, when I put out the cookies, I put some pictures of me so Santa could see how big I was. I also put out a marker and paper for him to leave me a note. When I woke up i found the marker and all the pictures in my room and I starterd to cry. I thought Santa walked into my room!! My mom told me that he used his powers to make the stuff float back in there!
when i was i think 4 years old, i couldn't get to sleep on christmas eve, so i went into the bathroom to get a drink of water. when i was done, i happened to glance out the window as an airplane was flying by. i saw the light flying through the sky (i think it was even red--rudolph!) and i was totally convinced that it was santa's sleigh.
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My husbands nephews were getting to that age where they were doubting Santa's existence. That Christmas, as always, my dad was playing Santa at the local department store. I took the kids to see my dad/Santa and having already briefed him, he greeted them with a hearty "Ho Ho Ho! And have Kyle and Jeffrey been good boys this year?" The looks on their faces when they realised SANTA KNEW THEIR NAMES!! They believed for another year after that!
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