My first memories of Christmas Eve center on the bed I shared with my brother in our airplane bungalow on Spruce Street in Wichita. There were three of us in that bedroom … trying to stay awake and maybe see Santa Claus, chattering excitedly. My oldest brother finally hollered from his room across the hall, “You’d better shut up and go to sleep or Santa will never come”. We finally nodded off … but we were awake by 4:30, and patiently waited for mom and dad to rouse.
Flash ahead nearly 20 years when I was helping Santa with the first big gift for my young son. It was a bright red fire truck, the kind with pedals that Scott could operate on our driveway. I pulled the truck from the big box and discovered a couple of small parts missing. I nearly panicked! But my wife calmed me down and we got the thing put together.
Hope you’re having a wonderful Christmas Eve.
Our thought for today is from Victor Borges:
“Santa Claus had the right idea. Visit everyone once a year.”