My Santa Suspicions

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Here is a random memory from my childhood you might be able to relate to:

My bedroom was at the end of the hall directly down from the living room. I remember waking up Christmas Eve after everyone had gone to sleep to hear some rustling noises in the living room – it was quite the ‘a clatter’. There was a faint glow coming under my door too.

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I held my breath and could hear the clunky sounds from the roof that must have been the reindeer hooves.

I was so scared Santa would find out I was awake and then I wouldn’t be able to have any presents. I was also worried he wouldn’t see the cookies and milk. I hid my head under the blankets and almost passed out from lack of air. I was so excited!

I heard the door open. Then the sound of a coat falling to the floor. Then rustle, rustle, crinkle, snap. Tree sounds of paper scratching along the branches. And maybe a bell.

Eventually I went back to sleep – passed out most likely.

The next morning the room was full of brightly wrapped packages stacked in four ‘even’ piles around the tree. Some in the tree too. The cookie plate was empty. The carrots gone. Then what to our wandering eyes should appear but an empty milk glass with white beard hairs stuck on a sticky mouth print. The message that came with it said Santa had enjoyed a candy cane at the last house – ouch! Oh santa – you are a silly goose.


Do you have any memories like this? I’d love to hear about them in the comments. Happy Hoho!

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Comments (6)

  1. December 15, 2015 - 10:16 am Reply

    I dont have any Santa memories until I knew that there wasn’t one. When I got involved in helping Mom and Dad keep the magic alive for my younger brother and sister, is when the spirit of Santa became real for me.

    • PooBah
      December 15, 2015 - 2:11 pm Reply

      That’s good to hear! I thought you were going to say you stopped believing once you found out he wasn’t ‘real’. What a nice example. šŸ™‚

  2. T.O. Weller
    December 15, 2015 - 11:49 am Reply

    What fun Carin!

    I remember one year. I woke up super early and looked over at my window. There must have been a draft because the curtain had billowed out and remained that way — like a man with a big round belly might be standing behind it. I stopped breathing and stared. Could Santa be hiding behind my curtain?!?

    Eventually, my mother came and got me and took me down to the tree to start our Christmas morning, but I’ve never forgotten how it seemed like forever as I lay there just staring at the curtain, waiting for Santa to come out from behind.

    • PooBah
      December 15, 2015 - 2:14 pm Reply

      Oh wow that is so awesome! I can imagine how you must have felt! Our imaginations were so powerful when when were kids. Or maybe it wasn’t your imagination!

  3. Brenda P
    December 15, 2015 - 6:06 pm Reply

    Ahh love it!

    My Santa memories are when I woke up early Christmas morning to check on the milk and cookies. I found the glass was empty as well as the plate. Out in the rec-room I heard some clatter. I peeked through the saloon doors and saw my mother putting gifts under the tree. I snuck back to bed and acted like I never saw a thing. Knowing what I did, my mother would have been disappointed. I didn’t want to do that to her. I kept the Santa buzz alive until she passed away suddenly when I was 11.

    Thanks for bringing back fond memories and for sharing yours with us!

    • PooBah
      December 16, 2015 - 10:15 am Reply

      Wow what a sweet thing you did for your mom. I bet she would have been very impressed you kept that secret under your hat. I sure am. šŸ™‚

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