father christmas

My mum used to tell me that the fairy on top of the christmas tree was a friend to Father Christmas, and so if i was naughty she'd tell him. i didn't like that fairy.

Em

I used to think men dressed up as santa or fake santas were kidnappers and i used to think hte talking chistmas tree was evil.

soozy....down under

we I was little on Christmas Eve me and my brother would look out our windows trying to "spot" Santa. Any time we saw a red light flashing int he sky we were sure that it was Rudolph, squeal and hop into bed. I know now that it was just lights from a plane, but it was fun.

Anon

I used to believe that Santa Claus lived on the moon in a city called North Pole. I thought that if you looked at the moon the right way you could see him watching you....

Travis

We had a little plastic dancing santa that we put up every Christmas. This little Santa had one foot stuck perpetually up. My father told me that when I left the house, Santa would put his foot down and rest. I used to rush back in the door, to see if I could catch him at it. Mom still has that stupid Dancing Santa.

LN

When me and my sister were little my parents used to ask on christmas day whether or not we heard the bells on santas sleigh when he arrived in the night. my sister always swore that she'd heard them but i never did and was always really disappointed.

Anon

I used to believe that at Christmas if your house never had a chimney then santa came through your letter box

Rhys James

My mother introduced me to the concept of "Scoutbird". This was a bird that worked for Santa Claus and was keeping tabs on me throughout the year to make sure that I was good, and therefore report back to Santa on whether or not I was worthy of my presents come 25 December. My own mother. Can you believe it? She was wrong, wrong, wrong.

Roger

I used to believe in Santa until my parents told me he was dead. One day, before christmas, I found my presents in a suitcase. Out of desperation, and under the pressure of a very inquisitive child, they eplained to me that he died of old age, and they had to buy the presents themselves so I would not be dissapointed and left empty handed.

Oli.

I used to believe in Father Christmas unconditionally after my dad dressed up in a Santa Claus outfit and rendered my sister and I speechless. Imagine my dismay when, many years later but still convinced, I picked a bag out of the boot of his car that made bell-like noises and nosily looked inside. Gutted.

Claire Roberts

When I was 3 a man dressed as Father Christmas visited us at nursery school. I remember he had a cotton wool beard which completely obscured his mouth and I was baffled as to how he could eat without a mouth. So I asked him what he ate and he seemed slightly puzzled by the question and said "Potatoes and stuff like normal people!"

Frankie