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When I was younger I used to write a letter to Santa on Xmas Eve and he would write back. Then one year I recognised the writing - it was my mum's!
My uncle once said that elves were really badchildren made to work in santa's work shop
when I was a kid I always felt safe going to bed when one of two things were happening--1) it was raining because I didn't think anyone would break in if it were raining and 2)on Christmas eve, I honestly believed that criminals weren't heartless enough to break into someone's home on Christmas
My parents took advantage of me and my siblings as children for our ignorance. My mom would hide the Christmas tree in the garage, and then not park the cars in there until Christmas Eve. Then she would put a chair in front of the door every day so none of us would go in there. As for our presents, we didn't seem to notice the huge lumpy things draped in bedsheets on the laundry room table.
when i was in first grade our teacher had us write letters to santa, and i told him that id give him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on christmas. but then on christmas eve i forgot to make it so i thought i'd never get presents on christmas again
I used to think that in xmas films the father christmas in them was the real one, who played himself everytime! Especially "santa claus the movie" for some reason :)
A girl classmate of mine in college admitted that she believed in Santa Clause until she was 13!!! Until someone at school told her for the 100th time and she asked her parents.
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When I was little and I heard that Santa Claus came down the chimney and came out through the fireplace, I was perplexed because we didn't have a fireplace. My parents assured me that Santa just came in through the front door instead, but I wouldn't believe this and instead decided that logically, Santa MUST come out through the stove. I always kept a wary eye on it Christmas eve and made sure mom didn't leave anything in it to slow-roast overnight.
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When i lived in texas i believed the UPS guys were Santa Clause
i used to believe that santa was real, then the day before christmas my mom let me open a present and it said "from santa"!
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i used to believe that coal from stockings was santa's poop because i was bad
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When I was little I thought that Santa could very easily cover the world in one night. That's why we all live in different time zones, duh.
I used to try and keep awake all night so i could see santa, and one year i saw my dad walking through the house...
When I was little, some guy (I still dont know who it was) would come to my house every year with a fake dear head and tap it on the window, one christmas eve, me and my dad were sitting down watching tv, i then heard it and we both ran to the window and pointed at it, after it had gone, my dad said "wo that was some tall deer!" and i was like "no daddy it was one of santas reindeer" then i ran to the door and screamed "blitzon come back!"
when i was about 6 or 7 and was just before new years eve, a friend of mine told me tha Santa claus was going to put my present underneath my bed and that it would be there to find it next day (his parents always did that).I looked the next morning and to my dissapointment there was nothing. I run and cried to my mum explaining her why santa claus was so unfair to me. She, with cynicm explained to me the truth and that was the time that i stop believing in all these stories.
when my mom finally told me Santa wasnt real, i yelled i hated her becasue she was a liar and ran into my room and cried for like 2 hours, i still have problems beliveing her about things now
I was always embarassed because I had believed in Santa Claus until I was in third grade. Then I found out that my dad had believed in Santa Claus until he was in junior high!
I remember once, the first Christmas I remember, (in kindergargen), we went to my uncle's house for Christmas, and while we were driving the two hour drive back, I thought that Santa would've left more presents for us at our house, and was sorely disapointed that he hadn't, even though my mom told me he probably wouldn't have.
When I was a lickly girl I thought I had figured out the santa mystery. Following a debate at school as to whether he existed or not (the argument given against is that he could not possibly get to every house in one night). I went home and concluded that it was possible as the world had different time zones, so actually santa had quite a long time... Suprisingly none of my 7yr old friends understood me..
I used to think that Father Christmas was really nice, but then my sister told me that Father Christmas was an angel of death. She told me that if you saw Father Christmas putting present down you would die. When ever on the telivison they would show a picture of Father Christmas putting presents down i would cover my eyes an ask why they showed that kind of stuff on telivision. My mum thought I had seen something bad turned the telivision off. When my sis told her about the angel of death she practily had hystarics!
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