“ 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…”
Memories of Santa - Mixture of both boys, with a friend, stockings and one of a grandson
In the 70’s when our eldest son was starting to doubt that Santa
was ‘real’ and would likely share that doubt, I realized for the sake of his
younger brother who was just entering the magical realm of the Jolly Old Elf, our
eldest had to find the magic again or both our boys would be non-believers.
Luck was with me :D
Early in the wee hours of December 25th I woke to
a strange noise beneath me and realized it was Santa! – here was my chance to
intervene and show our eldest that Santa was real!
Quietly went and woke him and we creep down the stairs in the darkness and looked over the railing into our living room at the end of the hall, we could see of the Christmas tree in the corner . Seems we were just in time, Santa was kneeling in the glowing lights of the tree scratching his head, checking to make sure he had assembled all the toys for the boys then starting to close up his bag. The two of us crept up the stairs and our eldest lay in his bed as quiet as anything because he know Santa would be coming up to leave his stock on the foot of his bed. I didn’t have time to get back to my bedroom so hide behind his bedroom door. No sooner than a wink Santa was in the room, put the stocking on the bed and went into his brother room with his stocking, then down the stairs and out of the front door.
The wide awake boy sprang up and looking out the window for a glimpse of Santa but the Jolly Old Elf and his tiny reindeer had disappeared in the of a flash of light.
Now our son was bursting with the wonder of Santa and a need to share it with someone. He ran down the hall to our room, woke his father and excitedly shared his delight. I watched in azamement to his return to the Realm of a Believer.
Quietly went and woke him and we creep down the stairs in the darkness and looked over the railing into our living room at the end of the hall, we could see of the Christmas tree in the corner . Seems we were just in time, Santa was kneeling in the glowing lights of the tree scratching his head, checking to make sure he had assembled all the toys for the boys then starting to close up his bag. The two of us crept up the stairs and our eldest lay in his bed as quiet as anything because he know Santa would be coming up to leave his stock on the foot of his bed. I didn’t have time to get back to my bedroom so hide behind his bedroom door. No sooner than a wink Santa was in the room, put the stocking on the bed and went into his brother room with his stocking, then down the stairs and out of the front door.
The wide awake boy sprang up and looking out the window for a glimpse of Santa but the Jolly Old Elf and his tiny reindeer had disappeared in the of a flash of light.
Now our son was bursting with the wonder of Santa and a need to share it with someone. He ran down the hall to our room, woke his father and excitedly shared his delight. I watched in azamement to his return to the Realm of a Believer.
Hours later as grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins arrived
for Christmas dinner he greeted them and bubbling over, shared his magical
experience with Santa :D
Photos are from slides
The first Christmas with two sons... a Christmas we were all sick at some point during the day it seemed. It began in the middle of unwrapping gifts and our youngest who was only a few weeks short of his first birthday, barfed in the middle of the mess. Later that day it was my turn and dinner was not a memorable one for sure.
Photos are from slides
The first Christmas with two sons... a Christmas we were all sick at some point during the day it seemed. It began in the middle of unwrapping gifts and our youngest who was only a few weeks short of his first birthday, barfed in the middle of the mess. Later that day it was my turn and dinner was not a memorable one for sure.
Think this was the Christmas of the magical Santa Experience.
“The three phases of Santa belief:
(1) Santa is real.
(2) Santa isn't real.
(3) Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.”
― Alton Thompson
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