Memories of Santa

I don’t remember ever being taken to see Santa Claus when I was little.  There was lots of talk about this jolly old sort, and I just went along with the fact that there was this wonderful old guy, with a white long beard, and a red suit.  He made millions of toys and dropped off the toys you asked for on Christmas Eve  Call me gullible.  It was fun believing all the hoopla involved in Santa being so secretive and wonderful at the same time.  I knew he flew in the sky with his reindeer leading his sleigh. 

I remember following his journey on Christmas Eve on TV or the radio.  It was so exciting to know where he was, and when he would be in our area.  I felt that sleep would never happen, but for some reason it always did.

On Christmas Eve our family, my mom, dad, two sisters, and I, would go to my Grandma Bauer’s house.  A lot of the relatives on my mom’s side of the family were there and Grandma gave out her gifts to all of us.

Then when it got late my mom and dad would take us girls home to go to bed and wait for Santa.  When we got home we were ushered right to bed.  I remember the living room was always dark, and being told that it was late.  We were supposed to go to bed and go to sleep.  If we didn’t Santa would not come.  Never did it occur to me that Mom and Dad had left the get-together at Grandma’s house to set up Santa’s presents.

Then, of course, we were surprised and thrilled that Santa had found our house and left lots of wonderful presents.  I even swore that I heard reindeer hooves on our roof.  (Great Imagination)

When I got older I don’t remember how I discovered that Santa was a wonderful imaginary figure (mom and dad), and having a younger sister allowed me to continue with this little fantasy.  I was able to enjoy all the excitement and mystery of Santa by prepping her with the stories of Santa, his elves, and, of course, his reindeer.  

Today it seems hard to continue this fun fantasy with little kids.  There is too much social media which seems to take over and makes it hard to make believe.  Also, you have to explain why there are so many Santas in the world.  It just gets quite complicated, and there is always someone who is up to date on reality and spills the beans.

Ah, to be little again, and enjoying innocent, fun, imaginative happenings.

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