In our house, Christmas was a big deal.
Decorating the tree was a major undertaking, usually requiring a few days to get everything tight. (Yes, we were a “one strand of tinsel at a time” kind of family.) Gifts were all thoughtful, and their wrapping was to be done with care. Everything was meant to be savoured.
Christmas Eve was inevitably busy, with last minute gifts to wrap amidst visiting friends. But once dinner was done, we settled in. Final preparations were near.
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Every year of my childhood we read Clement C. Moore’s classic, once the cookies were set out for Santa.
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Santa had to get a sample of each of the baked goods we’d made that year. I remember my mom explaining he probably wouldn’t have room to try them all, having to see everyone around the world.
I used to be able to recite all the verses… my favourite was
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My mom usually read the story, but one year we were lucky enough to have Gramps there – he knew The Man in Red personally, so that was extra cool.
As soon as the story was finished, my brother and I would kiss our parents good night, and then it was off to bed to await the magic. I don’t remember dreams of sugar plums but I did sleep well.
I still get up in the morning to check and see what Santa sampled.
I hope there is magic in your heart too – you do know that Santa checks in anyway, even if you don’t put out cookies, right?
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