I post this every year....its the true story of my favorite Christmas.
My favorite Christmas
I was eight years old and one of my friends in school had told me that there was no Santa Claus.
I didn't believe him of course but he kept on about it and ask me to answer the usual questions.
How does Santa go to every house all over the world in one night?
Why do you see a different Santa in different stores during Christmas?
It was the usual questions and my answer of course was that he was magic.
Disturbed by this, that evening I asked my Grandmother if there was really a Santa Claus.
Sadly, she looked at me and said, son there is no Santa. I didn't want to have to tell you but
times are hard this year and it is best that you know so you will not be disappointed when Santa
can't bring what you want for Christmas. Granny would never lie to me so from that day I knew there
was no Santa. My dad had just been laid-off from his job and even me, an eight year old could tell
that things were hard.
The next day my mom took me to see Santa and I looked over and I could tell my mother was listening to what
I was saying. Santa with his usual jolly smile asked me what I wanted. Santa, I said sadly, my dad is out of
work and all I want is a pair of gloves for Christmas. To this day I don't know why I wanted a pair of gloves for
Christmas, all I can remember is that I wanted them more than anything. I guess it is just the mind of a child
at work.
Years have passed now and I don't remember a lot of what happened from that day until Christmas, but I do
remember every single minute of Christmas eve. It was about 2 am in the morning and my dad woke me
smiling. Son he said, Santa just left. That was all I heard I ran into the living room and I saw the cookies that my sister
had left and a half of glass of milk. Santa told me to tell you that he wasn't hungry but thanked you for the drink of
milk, it hit the spot he said. There were my gifts under the tree. Two packages. I can't explain to you what I was thinking
here, all I remember is that I was happy and sad at the same time. I opened the big package and it was a new suite for me
to wear to church. The second package was just what I asked Santa for, a new pair of gloves. You have to keep in mind here
the mind of a child. I was very happy to get my gloves, but what I wanted most I knew my dad could never get. I wanted a go-cart.
I thanked my mom and dad and told them I was sleepy and went back to bed. I wasn't sleepy, I just didn't want my dad to
see me cry and know that I was disappointed. I lay in bed for a few minutes and dad came running in. Son, he yelled, are you
going to bed before you get your last present? What last present I yelled. Come and see dad said with a smile.
There it was. The most beautiful go-cart in the world sitting in my living room. Dad must have left it outside and waited for me
to go back to bed so I would see it the next morning. My guess is that he saw how sad I was when I got my presents that it broke
his heart and couldn't wait.
I don't remember exactly when I found out what had happened. I think it was when I saw my dad walking to work. He had gotten
a new job and I asked him why he was walking to work and where his car was. He told me that it was healthy for people
to walk and he wanted the exercise. I found out that my dad had sold his car so that he could give his son the greatest Christmas
present anyone could ever have.
Yes I told my friend at school, there is a Santa Claus and he walks to work everyday.
I hope you enjoyed this story. It is true and it is my most fond memory. No matter what happens to me when times get hard
I remember this night and I know why I am so blessed.
Merry Christmas to everyone
Lamar |
