I am trying to describe what Christmas was like when I was a child, but well, since I was a child I don't really remember many details...here is one Christmas [plus Epilogue] I do remember...
When I was about five, as I recall Christmas Eve was when I discovered The True Santa was MOM!
At that time I shared a bedroom with my two older sisters, and we had been sent to bed so that, "Santa would come." I was really very excited to see what I would get in my stocking [more on that later]. In fact I as so excited I was practically jumping on the bed to the great annoyance of my sisters. Finally exasperated, one [who shall remain nameless, but she knows who she is] told me to go see if Santa had indeed come. As quietly as a five year old could manage I crept into the living, breathlessly hoping to catch a glimpse of Santa if he was still there; and what did I see?
MOM!
Over time I did learn that the Spirit of Christmas and the idea of playing 'Magi' to one's children is what it really means to be Santa. And my Mom and yours are the True Santa Claus after all.
On a side note, from then on I swore up and down that I would spoil the surprise of Santa to this sister's children. And *YIKES* I almost did one year!
One day close to Christmas, many moons ago I was absentmindly talking to my Mom about what I might want in my stocking when I heard a chair or some such squeak...OH My Cow, my niece, maybe 5 at the time and still believing in a "Real" Santa, was sitting right there. AHHHH! In a moment that had the power to break a child's heart, The LORD really blest me with fast thinking! I was able to tell her a plausible story about how many children are in the world and for Santa to be able to grant all of those wishes...that once a person reaches a certain age (I might have said age 13), their mom and dad take over Santa's job of providing a stocking. I am so glad she could and did enjoy believing Santa for a few more years.
More to Come....
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