Tuesday, December 9, 2014
A Childs' Favorite Memory
My favorite memory of Christmas is this: every Christmas Eve we got together with my father’s side of the family at my grandparents’ house at Fort Snelling; Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles and Cousins (there were 12 of us little ones all wound up). Fort Snelling was very close to the Minneapolis St. Paul, International Airport, so our parents would tell us to look out the window to see Santa and his reindeer. We saw the red and green lights from the airplanes, so of course we thought Santa was on his way, and a plate of cookies and milk would be set out for his arrival. The adults would then shuffle all of us kids into the big dining room because Santa would soon be here and we were not allowed to see him. Shortly after we got in the room, we would hear a big HO, HO, HO, Merry Christmas along with stomping feet. For those of us that were really small we were a little scared and hid under the dining room table. As Santa left he said Merry Christmas, HO, HO, HO again and we heard the door close. All of us would then be let out of the dining room and we could see the snow prints from his boots. The cookies and milk were gone and as we went out into the living room, under the Christmas tree were all the gifts he left. We would run to the window to see Santa and his reindeer on the way to their next house. It was magical and I will never forget it.
Posted by Brad Wallace at 8:00 AM