December 4: Favorite Holiday Memory? When Santa Found Me :)

Santa

“Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmastime.” -Laura Ingalls Wilder

“He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree.” -Roy L. Smith

My favorite Christmas memory? Two memories stand out vividly for me. I recently wrote about one in my blog post about Christmas Trees. It was my last Christmas with my MaMaw. That story will forever hold a special place in my heart. Since I have already shared that blessing with you, I will share with you my second favorite Christmas memory.

From A Child’s Innocent Perspective:

Once upon a time, there was a little girl, about 8 or 9, that lived in a small Texas town. She had a little brother that was 2 and he was her best buddy. Oh, how she was nervous this year about Christmas. This particular year she wasn’t going to be home on Christmas Eve. She was going to be at her Daddy Terry’s house. She worried that Santa wouldn’t find her and if he knew she wasn’t home, would he still bring presents to her little brother? As Christmas drew near, and the time to leave came, she asked her mother one last time, “What about Santa?”

“Oh, my dear. Santa knows.”

That is all she would say. Santa knows? What is that suppose to mean? To a small child, that only left more questions. However, she was a believer to the core. Christmas blood ran through her veins and she knew she couldn’t lose faith. So with a declaration of faith and belief in the magic of the unknown, she went on to her Dad’s house. After all, Mama knows best. “Santa knows.” ❤

Little Girl and Her Christmas TreeFun was had at her Dad’s house, and soon the day after Christmas came and it was time to go home to her Mama, Daddy Norman, and little brother. She was sad to find no presents under the tree, but the sadness wasn’t for her. Oh no, she was sad that her little brother didn’t get presents the night before. How could Santa forget? The presents under the tree were from her parents…but the stockings were empty?

They opened the presents and she was very grateful and happy for what she was given, but her little heart ached a bit. Wanting to know why? Had she been bad? After they opened the presents, her parents decided they wanted to go out to eat for dinner. With a heavy heart, she loaded up in the car.

Once they returned, she noticed right away that something was different. More presents were under the tree, the stockings were all full, and standing over by the tree was the LifeSize Barbie she had written to Santa about just last month. But how? It was the day AFTER Christmas and it was still daytime outside? The sun was still out. How? She looked at her Mama and smiled, “Santa knows,” she said. Their back door was slightly ajar, little bits of grass and dirt lead from the back door to the tree, and when you looked closely at the backyard you could see tracks that looked like they came from a sleigh pulled by reindeer. ❤ ❤ Her dad said, “he must have landed in our backyard. With our tall fence, his sleigh wouldn’t be seen and he came through the back door so no one would see him on our roof.”

Santa hadn’t forgotten about me. He just wanted to wait until I was home with my little brother. Santa didn’t get cookies this year, but that just means he doesn’t do it for the cookies. He does it because he loves all children. She vowed to never forget the magic of Christmas and the love of Santa. ❤

Christmas Tree

Fast forward 24-25 years later…

Warning Parents!

I am about to discuss the grown-up side of Santa. Please don’t share this with the kiddos. I don’t want to be to blame for breaking hearts.

For years, after learning the “Santa Truth” I wondered how did my parents pull it off? I mean they were both with my brother and me at the restaurant. How could they have been at two places at once? So finally one year, I just asked.

“How? How did you guys pull it off?”

Come to find out, our neighbors put the presents out while we were at the restaurant. This was amazing to me and just as sweet and magical as it had been when I was only 8 or 9 (well, ALMOST as magical.) I think it was such a beautiful thing that our neighbors were willing to help out our parents to give us a little bit of Christmas magic. ❤ And I will always be grateful to my parents for even thinking about trying to make it super special for us that year. I truly remember feeling so extremely special that year. Wow! I must have been extra amazing if Santa made a special trip just for me, after traveling around the entire world the night before, instead of going back to the North Pole and passing out for a few days, he came back to a little old Texas town to spread a little love and magic dust on 2 kids. ❤

Just a good reminder that it is nice to spread a little love and magic, especially this time of year. Children notice. Children remember. I know that I will forever remember this Christmas. ❤

HoHoHo

“For unto us a child is born, unto us, a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.” Isaiah 9:6

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