on a side-note is Father Christmas now an archaism in Britain, do we all intuitively refer to him as Santa Claus?
P.S. Sorry if I ruined your childhood
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Most embarrassing story of your parents pretending to be Father Christmas watch
- Thread Starter
- 02-12-2014 11:59
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- 02-12-2014 12:04
They never pretended to be him, but it was always suspicious when "santa's" handwriting was identical to my Mum's
- Study Helper
- 02-12-2014 12:06
They would leave a carrot cookie and milk for santa and his reindeers when i was young.
This turned into either vodka and cokes or wine and pistachio nuts and other snacks. Things changed as i learned
- Community Assistant
- 02-12-2014 12:24
When I was a child, and being this way inclined, my parents and I attempted to outmanoevre each other on the question of Father Christmas. Trusting my parents, I told them I intended to catch a glimpse of him delivering my presents and maybe say thank you. Naturally they didn't like the sound of that at all, and promptly told me that if I laid eyes on him, he would disappear and I would get no presents at all.
I thought about this for a little while. I decided it was better to see Father Christmas than to get presents. I resolved to stay up to catch him in the act, so on Christmas Eve, I laid down in bed, pretending to sleep.
As soon as I heard the faintest sound I opened my eyes in an instant! I looked out and what did I see? Presents... I had fallen asleep!
Next year would be different.
The following year I schemed in secret and devised an elaborate plan that was sure to work. I had a Space Troopers toy spaceship with a siren button on top - when you press the button the siren came on and blue lights flashed. I wouldn't sleep through the night this time.
I set my bedroom waste basket against the door in such a way that the opening motion of the door would cause it to topple, landing on the Space Troopers siren button. I tested the mechanism several times to ensure it would work. I would fall asleep, the siren would go off, and I would catch a glimpse of Father Christmas. I went to bed, ready.
It was many years before I found out what my parents had thought about my experiments. I sympathise with them now, though I still wish I'd caught them.
- Community Assistant
- 03-12-2014 11:53
Mine never did anything exuberant - they just ate the carrot and milk I'd left out for 'Santa'. They never did snow on the carpet or anything, though.