An early Christmas memory
My earliest Christmas memory is an attempt to stay awake long enough to see Santa Claus. I usually slept in my own little bed in our small house on South Spruce in Wichita. But this special night I was bunking with my brothers, Mike and Jerry.
I don’t recall discussing any specific toys we hoped for, but we questioned whether Santa would be able to slide down our small chimney. And of course, we wondered when the jolly old elf might arrive. We vowed to stay awake all night if necessary … and when we heard something we would creep downstairs and get a glimpse.
I recall intense anticipation.
Our older brother Don … sleeping in the next room … told us to shut up and go to sleep … several times.
Of course, we fell asleep … and were up about five a-m and running downstairs to see what was under the tree.
Never did see Santa.
Our thought for today is from Victor Borges:
“Santa Claus had the right idea. Visit everyone once a year.”