Last year on O.C. there was a topic where everyone shared one of their most favorite childhood memories and I thought maybe we could revive it here.
My favorite memory is the one I shared on O.C.
When I was about 7 years old my parents held a Christmas party for our relatives in our newly finished basement on Christmas Eve. All the family came, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc.. We had drawn names at Thanksgiving and all the gifts were under the tree. We heard the doorbell ring upstairs so my great aunt went up to answer it. When she came back down, Santa Claus was with her! We were so excited. He mingled around abit, talked with all us kids, then handed out the gifts and left saying ho, ho, ho that he would be back when we were asleep in bed and deliver our gifts.
My great aunt and uncle all ways spent the night with us on Christmas Eve. The next morning while fixing breakfast my mother said to my aunt "That was a great idea getting that Santa to come to our party". My bewildered aunt looked at my mom and said "I didn't get him, I thought you did". After calling everyone that was there, no one admitted to getting Santa to come to our party. That was forty years ago, and to this day, we all wonder who was that Santa who came to our party. Maybe, just maybe, it was the "real one".
Do any of you have any memories to share?
My favorite memory is the one I shared on O.C.
When I was about 7 years old my parents held a Christmas party for our relatives in our newly finished basement on Christmas Eve. All the family came, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc.. We had drawn names at Thanksgiving and all the gifts were under the tree. We heard the doorbell ring upstairs so my great aunt went up to answer it. When she came back down, Santa Claus was with her! We were so excited. He mingled around abit, talked with all us kids, then handed out the gifts and left saying ho, ho, ho that he would be back when we were asleep in bed and deliver our gifts.
My great aunt and uncle all ways spent the night with us on Christmas Eve. The next morning while fixing breakfast my mother said to my aunt "That was a great idea getting that Santa to come to our party". My bewildered aunt looked at my mom and said "I didn't get him, I thought you did". After calling everyone that was there, no one admitted to getting Santa to come to our party. That was forty years ago, and to this day, we all wonder who was that Santa who came to our party. Maybe, just maybe, it was the "real one".
Do any of you have any memories to share?