How about something a little more light-hearted than our usual politics and social commentary fare? We had a discussion about a number of Christmas related topics with several friends at a Christmas party this past weekend, and the subject of our grandkids believing (or not believing) in Santa came up. I remember the last Christmas I believed in Santa like it was yesterday, even though it was 50 years ago tonight.
My grandparents moved into a new house sometime in the fall of 1954, so my parents and brother and sister and I decided to spend Christmas Eve at their house. I was just shy of my 10th birthday and was getting pretty skeptical about Santa’s existence. As I found out later, my parents and grandparents were determined to stretch the magic for one more year. To this day I still don’t know how they did it, but we heard the sound of Reindeer hooves on the roof and the sound of sleigh bells coming down their chimney. We all (well, obviously not ALL) ran out on the front lawn, and seeing nothing on the roof, we came back in, and all the presents were under the tree. Not only did it renew my faith in Santa for one more year, but I marveled at how smart Santa was to know that I was at my grandparents’ house that Christmas.
Anyone else have any Santa stories, or Christmas stories in general?