When I was a little kid it was often up to my Dad to get us kids out of the house on Christmas Eve so my mother could finish wrapping the presents. I remember these Christmas Eve nights fondly. We would head out into the snowy night to some of the nicer housing additions in town to Oooo and Ahhh at the Christmas lights and displays. We would travel down the snow covered roads slowly gazing at the houses adorned with brightly colored twinkling Christmas lights. Although none of them compared to Clark Griswald’s house or the house in “Deck the Halls”, they still were magical as they twinkled in the night.
One Christmas when I was small we were driving through a housing addition not far from home when we spied none other than Santa Claus standing beside the Christmas tree inside the house. Being impressionable little kids who believed without a shadow of a doubt that if we were not home in bed asleep when Santa arrived at our house he would pass us by, we begged to hurry home. If Santa was in this neighborhood, it wouldn’t be long and he would be on our street!! This was serious!!! We had to get home and in bed asleep quick or we would be screwed out of Christmas.
As soon as the Ford Ranchero rolled to a stop in our driveway, we were scrambling out and rushing up to the front door. My mom came rushing out to see what all the commotion was about. My sister and I were so excited we were talking at once exclaiming that we HAD to go to bed NOW! Santa was on his way!! I don’t remember anytime before or since ever getting into my pajamas that quickly or my teeth brushed that fast. Soon we were hanging our stockings and rushing to bed. Normally I would have begged my Dad to read me “The Night before Christmas” before I went to bed. Not this Christmas Eve. There wasn’t time!! I jumped into bed, covered my head and held my breath in eager anticipation. Did I hear the jingle bells of Santa’s sleigh?? Was that the pawing of the reindeer on the roof??? I screwed my eyes up tight!! When would morning ever come?? Before long, to my utter horror I realized I forgot the cookies and milk for Santa and the carrots for the reindeer!!! With my heart hammering in my chest, I flew out of bed and raced slipping and sliding in my footed pajamas on the hard wood floors to the living room.
My stocking still hung limp and empty. I wasn’t too late!! My mom helped me assemble Christmas cookies and carrots on a paper plate and a glass of milk. I placed my offering on the hall table near where our stockings hung. With another kiss good night, my mom tucked me back into bed warning me to go to sleep. Now everything was ready and Santa Claus could come. Although I don’t remember when I fell asleep, in what seemed an instant I awoke. It was still dark in my room. With a toy flashlight, I hurried from my bed and tiptoed out to where my stocking had been hung. To my delight, the stockings were packed to overflowing and seemed to sparkle in the light of my flashlight. The cookies and carrots were gone save for a few lingering crumbs! I raced to wake up my older sister and together we descended on my parent’s dark bedroom screaming “Merry Christmas!! Santa has been here!! Get up!!! Hurry! “ We jumped up and down on their bed in our exuberance.
Once upon a Christmas, I actually saw Santa, anticipated Santa’s arrival, and celebrated when he in fact had made an appearance. Santa Claus may be a myth to some, but for those that believe like me…the shiny bell from the fascinating movie “The Polar Express” will forever ring. That is all I have to say until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.
This was like reading a little Christmas story from a book!
ReplyDelete(pssst...I think I still believe in Santa Claus. Don't tell anyone.) ;)
I love this story! You and your sister must have been a handful! LOL
ReplyDeleteWhat a cute Christmas story--this was awesome :) Cheers, Jenn
ReplyDeleteI have a suggestion here. You need to print this story out, pics and all, make a nice little cover for it, handmade. Put it away and read it every Christmas to anyone who will let you read it. Then before you know it, you'll be reading it to your grandchildren and it will be their favorite Christmas story.
ReplyDeleteI loved it! ♥ :) and Merry Christmas
Beachlover, Wow!! Thank you!! Sometimes I am a little fearful of my ability to cross over into the story telling realm...even though this was a completely true story I presented it in more of a storytelling format than usual. I am so tickled that you enjoyed it!! Thank you for stopping in to read and for your kind comments!
ReplyDeleteDarlene, I am so pleased you enjoyed it! My sister was enough handful for both of us. I was an angel in comparison. LOL Thank you for stopping in to read and for your kind comments!!
ReplyDeleteJenn, thanks for stopping by to read and comment! I am so pleased you enjoyed it!!
ReplyDeleteJo, that would be so cool!! Thank you for stopping by to read and for your kind comments. I am so pleased that you enjoyed it. It would be something my descendents could treasure for years to come. :D
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