"Girls, stop jumping on that couch! You know Santa doesn't bring presents to bad little girls." Just as my mother spoke those words there was a knock at the door. Without knowing who it was she opened it to find someone special. Little did she know there was Santa himself standing in our doorway, dressed all in red, with his checklist in hand.
"Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas" he exclaimed as he entered the house. "Have you been good little girls this year?"
"OH YES!!" we replied as we climbed off of the couch with innocent little smiles on our faces.
He went on to explain how he was in the neighborhood checking his list and that he would be back on Christmas to bring us presents.
That sounded all fine, but inquisitive young minds want to know. "Hey Santa, where's your reindeer and sleigh?"
He must have expected that question because he had a good answer. You see we lived on a military base, my father was in Vietnam at the time, and he explained that they wouldn't let the reindeer on the base so he had to leave them at the gate for security reasons. Okay, that we could understand. Of course they made exceptions for Christmas, and allowed Santa and the reindeer to come to deliver presents to all the good little boys and girls. That of course would be us, since we had been such good little girls.
With that he added us to his "good" list and promised to return then waved goodbye. As he walked away we turned to our mother and asked, "Hey mom, when is the snowman coming?"
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Well I'll let you in on a little secret. That wasn't the real Santa. It was a man dressed up as Santa to help spread holiday joy. Since my father was in the war, and we didn't have very much money back then, someone turned our name into a charity. That charity helped us to have a Christmas that year. If you haven't donated this year, do so, and make someone elses Christmas special.
The real Santa did come by that Christmas Eve, and that Christmas morning we did have presents to open.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!
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