Wednesday, December 19, 2007

(STILL) TRADITIONAL

I left off one very important tradition on my post about Christmas memories: SANTA.

My parents did the Santa thing to the nines. First of all, they took us to see the same Santa every year. He knew us by name. He would let us sit on his lap for as long as we wanted. We have videos of Santa up off his chair and tap dancing with my sister and I. Now I know that he was a poor man who ran a junkyard in the "off season." He asked my mom for a copy of the video of us dancing and singing with Santa, so that he could show it to his son who had never seen him be Santa before. When we took him that tape, apparently he was so grateful that he started to cry. And when we went back, he gave us each a special doll, specially from Santa! I think he even called us at home a few times to make sure we were behaving.

Of course we'd put our milk and cookies out for Santa and some carrots for the reindeer, and would be so ecstatic the next morning to see that they had eaten what we left. He even wrote back to the notes we left him. Come to think of it, all of our mythological friends left us notes... Santa, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, etc.

Anyway, all of this added up to my sister and I getting into fights at school about whether or not Santa was real. We knew he was. I mean, he called us at home! How much more real does it get?

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