father christmas

I used to believe that Santa Claus really existed until I was 11 years old(so embarassing)! No wonder, when I asked for an expensive toy, my parents told me Santa doesn't give really expensive toys.

SYC

When I was about 8, I noticed in the holiday books that Santa Claus was fat, so on the next Christmas, I left him fat free cookies.

Ho Ho Happy Holidays

I used to beleive that if I was awake when Santa Claus came, he would come and get me.

Me Myself and U

I used to believe in santa till i was very exicted and rushed downstair at night time to peek if santa was there only i founded out that it was just my dad T.T

Anon

when i was little my dad, (who is a doctor) used to tell me and my brother that he had looked after santa claus when he got his leg broken by a reindeer. he told us that santa supported arsneal F.C and his favourite colour was orange! i actually beleived him! (until i was four)

look at me!!!

I used to leave santa beer. i thought that he needed it after dodging brats who would try to stay up and see him. So i left him beer.

on christmas, i couldn't sleep, and i came back down and my mom was drinking santa's beer. so i gave him a whole 6 pack and told my mom not to drink it. when i came down the next morning, there was a note saying santa was in a sled accident. he was drinking and driving and hit the statue of liberty. (i live in Baltimore) after that, i just gave him milk and cookies.

Anon

When I was little, I thought Santa lived on the moon

Nikki

When I was little I really believed in Santa. So much so infact, I cried for hours when my parents said he wouldn't be coming because I hadnt gone to bed when I was supposed to. They eventually talked me round, convincing me he would come if I was good in the future. How I look back and chuckle to myself!

Mark Yardley

every christmas eve, the whole family would gather together at my grandparents house. we would have a huge dinner, then afterwards, we would open presents. i once asked one of my aunts how i could open the ones marked "from: santa" the nite before christmas, and they told me they brought empty boxes that were from santa, and while we were eating, he would become invisible and come fill them up.

ashley

I used to beleive that Father Christmas was a red nosed, fat guy who left us presents until I was about 7. Father Christmas was always at the malls and I always wondered why he was at the mall and not working on the presesnt. One day we went to two different malls and I saw two Father Christmas's. Weird, I thought. I went and sat on his lap and he gave me a blue candy cane. I ran I showed my mum. I wailed, "I don't like blue! Father Christmas is mean!" On Christmas Eve I slept in my mum and dad's room.

Dog-Lover :-)

When I was 3/4 I thought that Father Christmas came in and gave you prestenst and tucked you in to bed on Christmas. I was afraid of the fat guy with a red nose coming into my room! I always slept in my parents room on Christmas.

Tee hee

I thought that Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy were real.

Tina

We always left milk and cookies for Santa and baby carrots for the reindeer. Well, one Christmas morning, I found that Rudolph wasn't very hungry the previous night and had only nibbled on his carrot and left it! Those teeth marks were huge! Amazing! Absolute proof about flying reindeers! I believed in Santa until 6th grade because of that...

Three years later I learned that my dad was the one with the reindeer teeth. :B

Jess

My Mom told us that if we were bad at Christmas time that the grinch would and poop in our stocking, and Santa would leave nothing.

Lisa

One year, I wrote a letter to Santa Claus and left it on the fireplace with the cookies and milk on Christmas Eve. It was, of course, gone in the morning... Years later, I was looking for a flashlight in my mom's dresser and came across the note. Shocking? You bet.

A disillusioned kid