A Christmas Memory
I vividly remember Christmas Eve 1971. I was five years old.
After dinner my mom tucked me into bed. Getting to sleep early was very important, as Santa Claus, the big guy, would come that night. To not be asleep could risk his passing your house in his sleigh. That would mean no toys....and at five years old, it is all about the toys.
As she tucked me in I heard the bells outside in the distance. The jingling got louder, and through the drapes I could see the distinctive glow of Rudolph's red nose.
Swwwiiishhhhhhhhhhh, the red light passed at high speed right past my window while the jingle bells chimed.
"Hurry", my mother advised. "Santa is checking to see if the good boys and girls are asleep".
OH MY GOD!!! I pulled my head under the covers and tried to fall asleep as quickly as I could. I had seen the light from Rudolph's nose. HOW COOL IS THAT.
Years later I realized that my older brothers, all teenagers at this time, were working the bells and with a flashlight and some red plastic,.... running past my room.
Ahhhhhh, but the magic of Christmas was alive and well that night.
Have A Great Christmas.