father christmas

My dad made Christmas awesome when I was little. One year when I was sleeping, he took some bells and scattered them around the yard and-get this-that same year he took a brownie and molded it to look like poop and on Christmas morning he took me out to the yard to show me it and told me it was reindeer poop and the bells fell off of Santa's sleigh.
And, on the other the side of his Christmas fun, he always would have my mom and i make his favorite kind of cookie to give to Santa because he thought it was an excuse for us to make him cookies!

MaryKate,12, Connecticut

When i was 10 ive been asking my mum for a apple laptop.like ill never get it but she kept saying "not this year maybe next year",which drived me nuts.then i suspected something, that how does she know that iom not going to get a laptop. then b4 christmas i asked her "is santa rlly real" and she said no im santa
!! that broke my heart i used 2 love santa :(:(:(:(;(

g

I thought Santa and St Nicholas were diffrent people. That St Nicholas was one of Santa's Reindeer. His best Reindeer.

Anon

when i was 9 years old i find out father christmas
was not real by one day i went in to my mum and dads room and i asked my mum and dad if i could have a laptop and one night my mum and dad was down stairs so i went in to my mum and dads room and i saw a laptop and when it was christmas i wack up and the laptop was on the end of my bed saying by christmas

amy

When I was young, I would write letters to Santa, the Easter bunny, the tooth fairy... and the mailman. I even drew him pictures. I'm still not sure how he ended up being ranked alongside the tooth fairy and Santa in my head! I don't think Mom ever put any of my letters in the mail box.

tig

I am 14 and I still believe in Santa Clause. Once when I was 7 years old he came to our house on Christmas Eve. He knocked on the door and gave me and my brother a teddy bear each, and reminded us to be in bed when we were told to get into our beds. That was an awesome Christmas.

Mandie B.

When I was little, about 5 years old, I believed in Santa and his reindeer. Then, on that same christmas, my dad told me that he saw Rudolph and the other reindeer on the roof, and he gave them carrots. I am 11 now and now I know that Santa, Rudolph, and the reindeer don't exist.

Josh

One time around Christmas, I wondered why there wasn’t any soot on the floors after Santa came down the chimney to put down our gifts. My dad told me it was because he (Santa) carried around a very quiet vacuum cleaner to clean up the soot before he left.

EJ

when i was little my dad told me that on christmas eve at 12 am my pets would talk to my dad and santa like they were humans and I believed him...

BAILZ

when i was little, i was convinced that God and Santa were best friends and shared information with each other. i know now that santa doesnt exist, and im agonistic

Anon

when i was younger "santa" brought me the wrong sized bike, so when i realized it i started to cry so my mom pretended to call santa clause HAHA i swear i went to school i told all my friends that my mom talked to santa

HAHA

I used to believe that my grandpa was the real Santa. Every year at my dad's company Christmas party he would dress up as Santa, and every year on Christmas Eve we would go look at Christmas lights and then when we returned home we would catch him in the house putting our toys out. He would walk out the sliding glass door and tell us he'd be back later, he had to deliver the rest of the toys to the other kids. He'd be gone for hours..

Anon

i used to be told by my mum that if i "wasn't asleep when santa came", his fairy friends would squirt their fairy magic into my eyes and blind me. =[
I was told that this is what happened to blind people.

That was pretty cruel.

Harri

santa clause lived on the moon

audrey

i used to believe in santa cluas the easter bunny and the tooth fairy but my mean music teacher told me it wasnt real in grade 2.

nikki frazer

I used to believe that if I didn't get to sleep on time, Santa wouldn't come. So when Christmas Eve came, this is what had happened:
1. I had stayed up reeeeeeeeeeally late the night before, so I would be tired.
2. I had avoided chocolate later in the evening so I could fall asleep.
3. I had gone to sleep as late as I dared, hoping I would be really tired so I could fall asleep.
So at night, I would start to cry if I didn't fall asleep in a minute....turns out that "Santa" would have come no matter how late I fell asleep...because you would notice my parents practiced staying up two hours after my brother and I went to bed the past week...

Boy, was I desperate for presents.

No Sleep, No Santa