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I used to really worry when Christmas came around that I hadn't been good enough that year and he wouldn't bring me any gifts. I eventually figured out that his standards for good weren't that high. :)
My sisters and I never believed in Santa Claus because when I was around seven, our father said that Santa was in the freezer with the Easter Bunny. We never could find them though.
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When I was 4 I went to live with my Great Grandfather. On Christmas Eve I pretended to be asleep and I saw Grandpa go to the table and drink the milk and eat the biscuits we'd left out for Santa. I was in absolute awe and so excited - I exploded out into the neighbourhood on Christmas day convinced that Santa lived at my house.
when i was younger my house didn't have a chimney so my parents told me that santa had a magic key!what i didnt understand was how santa could park all of his reindeer in my tiny front garden!i believed this until i saw my dad creep in my room n leave my presents!
I was convinced Santa was real - so I crept out of bed late Christmas Eve, and took up station under the lounge room sofa, hoping to catch him at his game. I was so annoyed when Dad dragged me out, telling me to go to bed - how on earth did he KNOW I was under there?
Another christmas, we went away on holidays, and when we came back, Dad told us to wait outside while he checked for burglars. We were amazed when we went inside and all our christmas presents were there - how did Santa get in the house while we weren't there!!
I was 12 years old and still believed in Father Christmas. My mother told my sister to tell me the truth about the jolly fat man in the red suit, so one night when the two of us were doing the dishes, my sister spelt out the bad news. I burst into tears and ran into the bathroom and locked the door. It took about three hours for my mother to coax me out! Worst of all my mother and sister were laughing uncontrollably at my reaction. They felt I should know the facts as the following year I was heading off to high school! I still believe in him though, even at this ripe old age of 55 years.
I believed in father christmas until i heard him swear over my stupid sock..
As a child my parents always made me give away one of my presents to a less fortunate family. I asked my parents if Santa was so magical why did poor famalies not recieve gifts? My Mom told me that Santa sent every family a bill after Christmas that had to be settled by the end of January.
When I was very young my older sisters used to make me go down stairs on Christmas morning to check to see if the presents were there yet. For 2 or 3 years in a row when I went down stairs for the first time, there were no presents there just a brown paper bag, I would go back upstairs to my sisters and we would wait awhile, then they would send me down again, this time the presents would magically be there, for years I was convinced that all our presents came out of that paper bag.
I really believed in Santa Claus, as my parents and older sister conspired to keep the myth going. We all crept into the sitting room on Christmas morning, the other whispering, "Has he been?" and the feeling of suspense as we opened the door was quite eerie! At the age of about 7, when I finally got my sister to admit it had all been a lie, I was devastated and have never liked Christmas since! Aaw!
when i was littel my dad said that santa was a alcoholic and he would drink all the bere so i should leave him 4 bottels of stella b ut it was my dad
I used to believe that Father Christmas lived up my granddad's chimney, after Granddad held a candel stick up there and I never saw it again
In Puerto Rico they celebrate 3 Kings Day on January 6. The children would receive one gift on Christmas from (Santa Claus) and the rest of their gifts on January 6 from the 3 Wise Men (3 Kings). The idea was for you to leave straw for the camels to eat in a box. You would wake up in the morning and see most of the straw gone since the "camels would eat it." So one year, I decided I would leave straw under my bed during another time and was really devastated when I woke up and there was nothing but the straw under my bed. I left it there for about a week before I finally gave up.
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My dad worked night shifts alot when my brother and I were younger even on christmas eve, he told us he was helping father christmas deliver presents.
---He help him again this year!!!!!
When my little brother was about 3, he used to say that if he put his face in his pillow hard enough, and opened his eyes he could see things,father christmas, fairys etc, funny he never saw my dad coming up the stairs, to tell us all to get back in bed though, hope you dont still do this ian.
I always knew that the whole Santa thing was a bit far fetched, yet had no problem at all believing that the local Lions Club bought presents for all the kids in town and let themselves into our house without my Dad minding too much to put presents I'd never told anyone I wanted except my Mum.
I'm still not sure what the lions club do exactly, except collect money on the street, put on a fireworks display each year, and of course buy all the kids presents!!
When I was about 4 years old, Santa delivered a Dolls House to me for christmas. The livingroom in the dolls house had carpet which matched our livingroom carpet exactly. And the Dolls House kitchen had lino on the floor which matched our kitchen floor exactly. I was SO impressed that Santa knew so much that he could make a house just like ours. Of course I found out years later that my mother had helped him out!!
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I used to believe that if you peeked at Santa Claus while he was inthe living room delivering gifts, he would spit tobacco juice in your eye
Our mum ate the chocolate tree decorations and told us that Rudolph had eaten them. We were really impressed that he managed it without knocking the tree over!
when i found christmas presents under my parents bed - my dad assured me that because santa was soo busy each year, that they bought the presents for him, wrapped them up and then on christmas eve santa would come along and put them at the end of my bed for me - this got me through a few more years of believing in santa!!
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