Waking up early Christmas morning...creeping along my bedroom floor, slowly opening my door...crouching down and feeling for my stocking, grabbing it and pulling it into my room.....quickly jumping onto my bed. There I would feel the lumps and curves of my Stocking...what was in it?? Slowly, one at a time, I would pull something out and marvel.....Santa came. An hour or so later...once everyone was up, my Brother and I would sit at the top of the stairs...sitting there excitedly...talking about what we got in our stocking, we would chatter about what was downstairs in the living room...under the tree. (Also...my Mom yelling at my Dad to get up..."the kids are waiting"..BUT that's another story!) That's what I remember.....it was all soo magical.
It was also EXCITING to see the plate that was filled with carrots and cookies the night before...NOW empty, just a few crumbs and a letter from Santa. To us as a kid, it was AWESOME...Santa was here in our house, ate our food, wrote us a note and left us presents. That was the best part of Christmas. All the innocence of a child. I can even remember certain smells that I only recognize with Christmas....opening my box of Crayola Crayons, that clementine at the toe of the Stocking...the smell of shortbread cookies....my Great-Grandma's Misty Mints.....my Grandma's Crock pot Potatoes......the smell of turkey...the pudding steaming for three hours...its all Christmas!! And it makes me, even today...believe like the children, that Santa is out there....preparing for the BIG night, checking his list......
I cant wait till 3AM...when my alarm goes off....to jump up and prepare, Santa's little helper.....setting things out...making it just soo. Then wait till the kids get up and yell "its Christmas...get up..lets see what Santa brought!?" Makes me a kid again...young at heart...and that's what it is all about.
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