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.
Contributed by Joy Childs a Real Estate professional at RE/MAX Lakes Area Realty in Crosslake. Call our office at 218-692-9938 and talk to Joy about your Real Estate needs. You may also visit Joy's website at www.joychilds.com for more information!
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