Sunday, December 21, 2014
My Favorite Christmas Memory Blog Hop
It's time for the Favorite Christmas Memory Blog Hop hosted by Janie Junebug and Cherdo on the Flipside. Thanks, ladies, for this fun blog hop! So, here's what I have to do: Share my favorite Christmas memory. This is a little tough, because I have so many. But, if I had to narrow it down to one, it had to be when my daughter was about four years old. The year would've been 2005.
It was Christmas Eve, and the stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there. There was a plate of Christmas cookies and a glass of milk on the table. And even a bowl of carrots for the trusty reindeer. But my girl refused to go to sleep.
"I want to see Santa when he comes," she said.
"He's not going to come until you're asleep."
But she didn't believe me. She curled up next to her daddy on the sofa and patiently waited. At 10:30 PM, the girl was still awake. She had parked herself on the hearth of the fireplace and was staring up the chimney.
"See anything?" I asked.
"No, Mommy. But how does Santa get down this thing?"
I shrugged. "Very carefully."
She waited some more, but I could tell she was getting really tired. She went back to her daddy on the sofa, curled up in a little ball, and fell asleep.
Shortly after, my husband carried her upstairs to her room, and tucked her into bed.
Then Santa came.
The next day, my little girl ran down the stairs. The toys were under the tree and the stockings were filled. And on the carpet, were Santa tracks.
My daughter's eyes got big. "He came?"
"Of course," I said. "Santa always comes after you fall asleep!"
(And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the last time she tried staying up to see Santa!)