Did you believe in Santa?
Dec 09th 2011 15:30
When I was a kid, I believed in Santa Claus.
However, I never expected him to visit my place.
The main reason was that my house had no chimney.
Santa usually enters houses through chimneys, so he can’t deliver presents to houses without chimneys.
Actually, there was something looked like a chimney out of our bathroom.
It was a part of an extractor fan, maybe? I’m not sure.
One day I told my old sister that Santa could enter our house through it.
She said that it was so narrow and dirty that no one wanted to go through it.
It sounded pretty reasonable to me.
She also said that Santa was in a foreign country so he was not going to come.
Santa couldn’t understand what we wanted. Do you really think he knew our favorite anime?
Blah blah blah…
She was very persuasive to young me.
Finally she showed me a picture of Santa with kids who had blond hair and blue eyes.
Well, I couldn’t imagine a picture of Santa with me.
My parents told us to be good, so Santa would give us what we wanted
I knew that it was a lie but I just said I would.
I thought that Santa existed but I was never going to meet him.
However, I never expected him to visit my place.
The main reason was that my house had no chimney.
Santa usually enters houses through chimneys, so he can’t deliver presents to houses without chimneys.
Actually, there was something looked like a chimney out of our bathroom.
It was a part of an extractor fan, maybe? I’m not sure.
One day I told my old sister that Santa could enter our house through it.
She said that it was so narrow and dirty that no one wanted to go through it.
It sounded pretty reasonable to me.
She also said that Santa was in a foreign country so he was not going to come.
Santa couldn’t understand what we wanted. Do you really think he knew our favorite anime?
Blah blah blah…
She was very persuasive to young me.
Finally she showed me a picture of Santa with kids who had blond hair and blue eyes.
Well, I couldn’t imagine a picture of Santa with me.
My parents told us to be good, so Santa would give us what we wanted
I knew that it was a lie but I just said I would.
I thought that Santa existed but I was never going to meet him.
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Actually, there was something that looked like a chimney out of our bathroom.
One day I told my older sister that Santa could enter our house through it.
She was very persuasive to a younger me.
He also has his own magic to be able to squeeze through even the most narrow spaces! :D
I guess Santa could do anything.
I want to see Santa squeeze through narrow spaces.
It must be so funny!
Your Christmas story is so funny and cute.
I’ve never heard of milk and cookies for Santa.
I’ll try this year!
Well, in my case, I personally do not believe that Santa exists.
I had once believed that Santa exists but only up to kindergarten was over. Even though my house didn't have a chimney, I still believed that he would come and deliver presents to me. And I actually did receive something when I was kindergarten.
By the time I enrolled elementary school, I was expecting to get presents from Santa too. But I didn't get any presents any more. I asked my mom how come there is no presents from Santa, and she told me that Santa does not exist and all the presents that I got before were given by her...
So yeah... this is pretty much the story.
りつさん, you were so innocent and pure.
You must have been disappointed.
Thank you for reading my entry.
It might have been part of the exhaust fan, maybe?
One day I told my older sister that Santa could use it to enter our house.
She said that it was so narrow and dirty that no one would want to go through it.
She also said that Santa was from a foreign country so he wouldn't be able to make it to our house.
And anyways, Santa wouldn't be able to understand what we wanted.
Finally, she showed me a picture of Santa with children who had blond hair and blue eyes.
With that image in my mind, it was difficult to imagine a picture of me sitting on Santa's lap.
Either way, my parents told us to be good so that Santa would give us what we wanted.
I knew it was a lie but I said I would be good anyways.
I thought Santa existed, just that I was never going to meet him.