Tuesday, December 19, 2006
What's your favorite Christmas memory?
I just love Christmas! People are usually nicer, in a good mood, and the food (ah, the great sweets- my favorites) are abundant.
I have a lot of great memories of Christmas as a child, such as cutting a fresh tree on the family farm the day school got out for the holidays. We always decorated it with home made ornaments. It was so tacky, but I loved it. My favorite memory, though, is of my dad's attempt to convince us there was a Santa. I was about 5 or 6 when I overheard some kids say Santa didn't exist, that he was really your mom and dad, so I asked for the truth.
My dad told me I'd know on Christmas morning if Santa existed. And sure enough, on Christmas morning, there was no doubt at all. There were boot prints coming down the chimney, across the hearth, across the carpet, all the way into the living room. He had really come! We had the sooty prints to prove it!
My mom never complained about having to clean up after him because she loved how excited we got at the "proof" that Santa had not only come, but had used the chimney, just the way he was supposed to.
What's your favorite Christmas memory?
I have a lot of great memories of Christmas as a child, such as cutting a fresh tree on the family farm the day school got out for the holidays. We always decorated it with home made ornaments. It was so tacky, but I loved it. My favorite memory, though, is of my dad's attempt to convince us there was a Santa. I was about 5 or 6 when I overheard some kids say Santa didn't exist, that he was really your mom and dad, so I asked for the truth.
My dad told me I'd know on Christmas morning if Santa existed. And sure enough, on Christmas morning, there was no doubt at all. There were boot prints coming down the chimney, across the hearth, across the carpet, all the way into the living room. He had really come! We had the sooty prints to prove it!
My mom never complained about having to clean up after him because she loved how excited we got at the "proof" that Santa had not only come, but had used the chimney, just the way he was supposed to.
What's your favorite Christmas memory?
