12 Days of Christmas: 2

Its my 12 Days of Christmas Day 2! 

Before I started writing, I kept thinking about the song 12 days of Christmas and now I’ve got that darn song stuck in my head…

“On the 2nd Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me….”

Are you singing it now?  Thank me later.

DAY 2:  How I found out about Santa.

Growing up as an only child, I never had to worry about siblings trying to ruin Christmas or Santa for me.  I overheard friends at school saying different things but I didn’t want to believe any of them.  These are the same people who tried to tell me that the Boogie Man was real… COME ON! What do they know!?

Christmas mornings were by far the most exciting moments I can remember.  Falling asleep at night was a mission so that I could hurry up and wake up.  I have memories of waking up at 5am some mornings and running into my parents room to wake them up so they could come with me to see what Santa brought!!  I have no idea why I didn’t just go look myself, but I was a little chicken about accidentally walking in on Santa if he happened to be running late stopping at my house and didn’t want to scare him off. 

When I was about 8 years old, we took a driving trip to visit our family in Mississippi for Christmas.  Santa was going to have to pay special attention to locate me since I was not going to be home, although I did have hopes that he would still show up there and leave me something anyway.  During our visit, I went with my Dad to go play  watch a game of tennis with one of my cousins.  The game was finally over and to be extra helpful (because Santa is watching) I offered to take the racquets and balls to the car and put them in the trunk.

And there it was….. an Alf doll.  I convinced myself that it was just a doll that my folks hadn’t wrapped yet and deeply prayed and wished that I wouldn’t wake up and find him sitting out among my Santa spread. 

I remember hesitating to go in the room.  All of my excitement turned to nervousness and fear.  Did my friends at school REALLY know the truth???

I turned the corner and there he sat.  Talk about the air being let out of my balloon.  Biggest mistake I made was telling my parents that I knew because every Christmas after that was a morning I woke up with no remnants of Santa and no reason to wake up early… it was just another morning.   My advice to young kids is—if you do find out, DON”T TELL ANYONE!! Make your parents play Santa AS LONG AS YOU CAN!!!! 

I hope Santa lives for a longtime in my house… its just the beginning!

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Anonymous said...

I couldn't agree more!! Babysitter ruined it for my son--- grr, grumble.

And heads will roll when and if someone ruins it for my daughter!! :) In Christmas love, of course.

Alf.... *snort*

Anonymous said...

This is so sad. :o( Even when kids know Santa isn't real, I think it's important to continue on with the traditions like leaving cookies and milk out, and having designated 'Santa' gifts. It just keeps the magic going!

Emmy said...

Awe! It was the wrapping paper for me- same paper from Santa and my parents. It is sad when the magic ends.

Grumpy Grateful Mom said...

That's very sad, though at least you had Alf to comfort you, right?

My 7-year-old asked me if Santa was real this week. It took me off guard because I thought she already knew the answer, but didn't really want to KNOW.

I wasn't quite straight with her. No reason to ruin her Christmases just yet.