• Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

    Join 78 other subscribers
  • “Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers” — Isaac Asimov

  • Recent Posts

  • Pages

  • Categories

  • Archives

  • Blog Stats

    • 193,107 hits

Christmas Memory #23

I love watching the expressions on the faces of those I love as they open their gifts.

When Soccer Chick was in the 7th grade, she begged for a cell phone.  Yeah, I know…kind of young…but she was starting to need one because of after-school activities and what-not.  So, after much thought, the Mr. and I decided that this would be her main gift.  We had been telling her no for so long that she didn’t suspect a thing.

I was psyched!  At the time, I worked at my local sheriff’s office.  The sheriff is a very kind man, so I asked him if he would mind leaving Chick a voicemail from “Santa.”  The sheriff’s deep voice was perfect for this.  He took the new phone into his office and closed the door, leaving me outside to wait.  He reappeared a few minutes later with a big smile on his face, handing the phone back.

A brief explanation of how Christmas works in the AuburnChick home.  Every year, we go to the Mr.’s parents’ home for the holidays.  We do our own private family Christmas either right before we leave or the day we get home, depending on how long we’re gone.  Santa always visits Grandmama and Granddaddy’s house, though.  He brings the main gifts, which are left unwrapped under the tree.  The kids are not allowed to go downstairs to see the tree until everyone is up.  I, as Grand Mom for the day, lead the way, camera in hand to capture the Moment.

Ok, so back to my story…

Christmas morning came, and the kids walked downstairs.  Soccer Chick’s eyes widened as she saw the phone.  I believe she asked if it was real.  We told her to see if it would power up.  It did.

She was surprised to see she had a voicemail.  She played it in front of everyone.  Santa had left a personalized message, explaining that she had been a good girl, and he hoped she liked the phone.  I can’t remember the rest of the message, but it made her day and gave us all a good laugh.

To this day, when she asks who left the message, I simply say, “Santa” with a smile on my face.

One Response

  1. That is a cute story!!!! What a fun surprise! And I love how “Santa” was all into it… needing his privacy for the message….

Thank you for visiting today and taking the time to leave a comment!