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.
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!