When I was little my sister and I shared a bunk bed. We would wait up all night with my little brother on the top of the bunk bed waiting for Santa Clause to come.
My parents had left cookies and milk for Santa Clause. They would also leave carrots for the reindeer, and Santa usually took a few of these as treats for his hard working reindeer.
Santa would usually stay and chat with my grandmother for a while when he was here. I was so jealous, and we wanted just a peak at the sled with all of the reindeer flying to our roof. Alas, we would all fall asleep. Sometimes one of us would hear a jingle, and then would startle the rest of us awake.
When we finally saw sunlight, which seemed like eternity, we would run to my parent’s bed and wake them up.
They would not let us check our stockings right away. They made us eat breakfast first. The anticipation was too much to take!
Sometimes we would sneak a peek downstairs and see a mantle overflowing with presents. I am surprised they got us to eat breakfast, before we opened all of the gifts Santa Claus had brought us.
When breakfast was over, we would run downstairs and start harvesting the bounty of presents. I liked when Santa brought candy because I could eat that right away.
I will always remember the magic of Christmas. How did fat Santa make it down our skinny chimney? How did he manage to bring all of those presents with him? How did he manage to visit all of the houses in the world?
It was magic of course.