It’s sort of a miracle that I can remember my childhood because either old age or a stroke that took my memories.
This is when I was around 7 years old.
My daddy was stationed in Albany, Georgia in North America.
I had a cousin about 10 years old, I think. And she was allowed to spend Christmas Eve night with me and my sister.
After my mother told us the family favorite classic Christmas story ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas, we went to sleep.
Some time during the night, my cousin woke me and said we were going to wait for Santa behind a couch chair.
I said okay.
We snuck into the livingroom and behind the big chair.
I heard noises and got scared at first. My cousin put her finger up to her mouth to shush me.
Then we heard whispering. I know my eyes were as big as saucers.
We eased our heads up and peeped over the chair. And what did my wondering eyes see? It was two figures pulling toys out of sacks and one was leaned over putting a bike together.
My cousin suddenly put her hand over my mouth when we saw my parents whispering and working like Santa’s elves.
My eyeballs nearly popped out.
My cousin pulled me away and we shuffled as fast as we could and jumped back in bed and put the cover over our heads.
We heard footsteps coming towards the door. And we got very quiet.
While waiting for them to go back to working on gifts, my cousin and I went to sleep.
I never told my parents I saw them, nor did my cousin. She believed in Santa, also.
I was afraid if I told them, they wouldn’t get me gifts. So I played along. It was fun pretending.