I hope to think my kids have one. Weather at Christmas or otherwise, there is usually ONE moment in your childhood, that is absolutely nothing short of MAGICAL !!!
When I catch a glimpse of this image, I am taken completely back!!! I know it sounds crazy, but I almost find my heart thumping. I really do. THAT is how magical it was.
Yep, it was Santa Claus!!!
and he was making his stop at MY house, sitting in MY kitchen!!!! It was UNbelievable!!!!
Being the youngest of five girls, my oldest sister, the most nostalgic one of all, must have been DETERMINED that I was going to believe in Santa. You would have thought, her putting curlers in my hair should have been a dead giveaway that “something exciting” was about to happen. I was oblivious though, just assuming she was being extra nice. After all, remember, it WAS Christmas Eve !!!
So, I went to bed, curlers all set tight, and what seemed to be the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT (in reality, it was probably more like 10 pm) my sister Kathy awoke me announcing something like “Kelli, you need to get up, Santa is here, has some extra time, and wants to eat his cookies WITH you ….hurry up, he is in our kitchen RIGHT NOW ” !!!!!!!! I think I floated in the kitchen, in some sort of dreamy stupor. And that few minutes will be FOREVER etched in my heart and in my memory. I was a true believer !!!!! how on EARTH could I have ever doubted the whole Santa concept? I am not sure I was even able to TALK to him, I think I was in a dazed state instead. No need to tell him than what I wanted, my Christmas was complete with his personal visit. Who needed gifts???
I do not recall my parents really ever making an issue of Santa at all. We might have received candy in our stockings, which mind you , all five hung in a row on our CARDBOARD fireplace. :) Not sure if it was a matter of my parents not believing in the Santa idea, or if they were just “tired” after attempting this routine with 5 little girls. I would guess they were tired. LOL. That is where my sister Kathy stepped up to the plate.
Santa (a.k.a. her then boyfriend Larry) whom I also idolized, fulfilled my single most magical memory. There was no chance of our family to do big fancy vacations, Disney, the ocean, no, nothing like that….but with a little effort and planning ahead, and 4 older sisters that loved the “baby” of the family, I had more magical memories than one little girl felt deserving of.
Thanks again Kathy, nearly 40 years later.