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Christmas Memory #20

Technically, it’s still 12/20…Central time.  I’ve delayed in posting because…well, because it’s almost Christmas, and I’ve been busy!

On to the sharing of the memory!

One early Christmas morning, when Soccer Chick was quite young, but old enough to talk in that Minnie Mouse voice that youngsters talk in, she woke up the Mr. and me excitedly.  Well, actually she was a little scared too.

Why?

Because, as she told us, she had heard Santa’s sleigh bells and the reindeer on the roof.

We have always spent Christmas Eve at the in-law’s house.  We used to live in the same city, but when we moved to Miami, we began traveling up north for the holidays.  They have a two-story home.  Not that it makes a difference to Santa, mind you.

That year, Chick was a bit scared.  She was worried that Santa would go upstairs, and the thought did not thrill her.  It was all fine and dandy for him to leave the goodies…as long as he remained downstairs.

She slept the rest of the morning in our bed.

She’s almost 17 now, but if you ask her, she’ll tell you that she remembers hearing those bells and the reindeer feet.