To Celebrate the Christmas Season, I thought I would share some of my favorite Christmas memories with you throughout December... in turn I hope that you will share some of yours on my comment page.
One of the first memories that I want to share with you is a funny one..... On Christmas morning I am usually the first one up.... This started very early in my life.. In fact, I have no memories of me not being the first one awake until maybe a year ago....
As a result of me being the first one up, my mom and step dad often missed my first reaction to all of the gifts that "Santa" brought. I used to get up and be half way through the gifts before my parents rustled from their late night hangovers (just being sleepy, not an alcoholic one)
I would be up to my neck in wrapping paper and already over the excitement of the new stuff I had just opened before my sweet mama even got to see me open anything..... Don't cry though...She had a plan for me!!!!!
To break me of this unfortunate habit, one year my mom and Santa decided to play a trick on me.... When I woke up on Christmas morning the kitchen table had been turned over and was standing from end to end blocking the hallway from my room to the living room....
I ran with a hysterical disappointment to my parents room and began to yell and fuss about how Santa had been there and destroyed our kitchen.... My mom explained to me that she wanted to see me open the gifts so she asked Santa to keep me out until she woke up.....
I was so AMAZED at the power Santa had.... He is such a cool man.... I still haven't figured out when mama talked to Santa.... I never saw her sit on his lap at the mall.... I guess Santa just know everything after all huh???
3 comments:
My little brother use to be the first one up every year. Santa came late one night around 1:00 AM and he woke everyone up in the house at 2:00 AM. Mom told him that Santa was ashamed of him trying to watch him put the gifts under the tree and made us go back to bed. That was the last time he did that. He then made sure it was light outside before he got up. There is no telling how many nights he laid awake waiting for the sun to come up.
I grew up in Cayce and my Nanny and Papa would come every Christmas to visit. I loved that! I can still smell Papa's cigar. The funniest thing that happened was, my Daddy and my Papa had had a little too much eggnog and while they were trying to get our bikes out of the attic, Daddy fell down the steps. Of course he woke the whole house up, except my brother Mark, he could sleep through anything. When I asked him what he was doing and why there was a bike lying on top of him? He told me that he was helping Santa and if I didn't get back into bed Santa was going to leave. We use to leave cookies and milk out for Santa with a note. Did you know that Santa is left-handed? My Daddy always sang "White Christmas" and I still cry every year when I hear that song. He was a special Daddy and a wonderful "Santa".
I would always go wake mama up before going to see what Santa had left because I was afraid to see him (guess I thought he wouldn't bring me anything next year if I saw him).
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