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When i was little i knew (everyone knew) that Santa was a fat ass. So i always thought that he couldnt fit down the chimemny. So i used to think he had a secret key to everyones house and came thruogh the front door with the reindeer in the driveway. i got scared because i thought he would just randomly come over because he had a key.
We have a gas fire in our house. I used to wonder how Father Christmas could get out. I used to imagine him unscrewing the firething from the wall. Either that or sticking his elbow through a window, plonking the presents down, and fitting a new sheet of glass in the broken one's place.
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When I was a kid my dad once tried to explain to me that the fictional Santa Claus wasn't real by telling me that He was in fact the one leaving the presents for me. After this I assumed my dad WAS in fact THE Santa Claus. I remember being so proud to have Santa Claus as my father!
where i come from there's something like santa clause. he looks like the pope in a red gown, riding a white horse and he's got helpers in bright outfits and they have hats with puffy feathers. they would pop down the chimney and put gifts and chocolate in your shoes.
when my family moved to an apartment, with no chimney, i used to believe they'd have special liquid helpers. they could glide through our heating system, very flexible workers.
When I was a small child, I always wondered how Father Christmas knew whether or not you were naughty. My mother told me that Father Christmas knew because the Sandman tipped him off (the Sandman being the fairy that makes you fall asleep every night).
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As a joke, my 10-year-old brother, at christmas time told me when I was four that Father Christmas was not at all jolly, fat, and nice to little boys and girls. He said that Father Christmas was evil,and would give kids nightmares who believed in him. I was so angry with Father Christmas that night before Christmas that I took some Laxatives from my parents medacine cabbinet and poured it into the milk we left for Father Christmas by the fire. In the morning however, my dad was extremly sick, so sick he had to be rushed to the hospital. Later, I found out that I was the one who made him sick. That was the worst Christmas of my life. Not only did I find out that Father Christmas wasn't real, but my dad was very sick. Still to this day, It's hard to forgive my brother for what he did to me.
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It was Chritmas 1968 when I was seven years old and on the fence about the existence of Santa Claus. Some of my peers insisted that the haul of gifts were simply purchased by parents. I wasn't sure either way. Just days before the holiday my Dad bought a nice console stereo, the old kind that was like furniture. I asked him how much he paid for it and he replied with a straight face "A thousand dollars".
Well, I knew that was a lot of money, I did not know it was an absurd exageration. Based on this inquiry I concluded that there was no way my parents could afford gifts for four children after incurring a thousand dollar expense. Therefore Santa exists!
There is a life lesson in here somewhere, good objective inquiry and linear logic proved the existence of Santa Claus.
I used to believe that January the 5th the three kings that gave presents to Jesus would bring me presents too, if i had been a good girl. If not, they would bring me coal. After seven years, I found out that they were my parents who brought me the presents.
I used to believe in the "Christkind"- the Austrian version of Santa Claus- the new born child. It seemed to be an angel which brought the presents to me and then flew away into the sky.
I used to believe that santa existed (stipid I know), and I really wanted to see him, so, somehow, I managed to get to sleep, or just about, with my eyes open.
I was so disappointed I almost cried when I didn't see him, and I still didn't make the connection between the presents and my mum coming in with a bag full of boxes until the next year.
Anyway, my eyes hurt like hell the next morning.
Last year I baked a set of cookies for Santa to eat, and I warned my whole family not to touch the cookies. The next day, the cookies had bites taken out of 'em, but Santa didn't leave any presents! From that day, I believed Santa was a slob and a dirty thief. I stopped believing in him last year.
When I was child my father told me that Santa Clouse would come into my house every year and he could enter my house by the chimney so I must be sleeping in my bedroom.
When I was Younger my parents told me that Santa Claus was a man than gave me a lot of gift if I was a good child, I used to believe that but I discovered that it was not a truth when I was 7 years old, then I said to all my cousin the truth, but we never said to our Parents that we knew the truth about Santa Claus
One day, when I was a child, I had the hic-cups. It was maybe, 15 days before Christmas. My mother told me at dinner, the father Christmas had had an accident, so he couldn't come this year. I was petrified, and my hic-cups went.
Before I knew the truth about Santa, my older sister had informed me that it was a total misconception that he lived in the North Pole. He really lived in my town's water tower. She later got in trouble when I was sobbing about Santa and Rudoulph drowning. :]
My friend told me that she saw Santa in the toilet when I was 7. Now, my frind's chimney was right above their toilet, so I belived her until I was 9.
My dad told me that Father Christmas was his brother. He even showed me a picture of an old man (who looked like Raymond Briggs'santa) talking to me at a summer barbecue we once had and told me that it was him!! I soon discovered that neither of my parents had any siblings!
When i was a kid I used to love watching 'Santa claus the movie' at Christmas, and for years I thought the actor playing Father Christmas was actually the real Santa.
my parents would say and i used to believe that santa claus really would put salt in your eyes if he caught you peeking. so every christmas eve i would tuck myself way under the covers like it was a tent and i'd sweat till morning came and i could go see what i got. i was real disappointed when i found out the truth about santa at age 12.
My sisters told me that there was an evil man called "Mr. Bad Guy," who was the antithesis of Santa Claus. They would tell me, "Megan! We just saw Mr. Bad Guy outside. He was in a sleigh, but one of the reindeer was missing. In the spot of the missing reindeer, there was a sign that said," and at this point they acted very confused, "'Reserved for Megan'!"
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