Everyone has their own Christmas story. Things that have happened with your family that you always think about. There are two that I remember vividly. One is about myself as a child, and the other is about my children.
Let’s start with the one about myself.
Christmas was always a magical time for me. Presents that I had no idea what was in them were hidden under the cedar tree. One Christmas came a few days early. Back in the 40’s we didn’t have Santa in a store to take pictures. Instead we had a Santa that came to our house. My grandfather had a Santa suit. This seemed odd to me when I grew up, because my grandfather was about 5’6″ tall and skinny as a rail. Not the Santa type. He did have a suit.
On Christmas Eve that year, being the nosey child that I was, I saw a neighbor walk to my grandfather’s house. Mr. Horton was his name. He was tall and a little on the heavy side. I asked my mother why Mr. Horton was going to my grandparent’s house. She told me he was going to visit. That was odd, because Mr. Horton never visited them before.
After a while we heard a knock on our door, and there was Santa with gifts for us. I told my mother later that it wasn’t Santa, it was Mr. Horton.
When our children were small, we made a trip to a foster home each each Christmas Eve to bring food and presents to the home. It was a great experience for the children.
This year our children were 6, 3, 2. When we entered the main house, one little girl took hold of the 2 year olds hand and never let it go. When we left she wanted to keep her. Our children had a good time with so many children to play with.
We were to open presents at my parents house when we returned. It ended up being around midnight when we got to their house. We opened the presents and started home. As we went down one street, there was a Santa in the yard of a house. Our three year old looked out the back of the car window and said, “There’s Santa.” You could hear the wonder in his voice. After that he was a believer in Santa. After all, he’d seen him delivering gifts.
I know it’s a few days to Christmas, but I wanted to tell my stories. I know you have stories also. It’s fun to share them.
Have a blessed day,
Kathy Cretsinger, Mantle Rock Publishing LLC.