It’s getting to be that time of year again, and now that I am older with grown children and now grandchildren, I’ve done a bit of reminiscing about the holidays. How about sharing some of your favorite memories?
I’ll share one of mine. My children were 2 and 31/2 and we heard jingle bells outside on Christmas Eve. I sent the kids to another room to look out the window and while they were doing that, we heard a thump and a deep voice cry “HELP” coming from the living room. We ran into the living room and lo and behold, Santa Claus (who looked a lot like my BIL) had his butt stuck in the fireplace! “HO HO HO” he says, “I’m stuck and I can’t get out!”
My 3 year old daughter ran right to him, grabbed his arm and tried to pull him out of the fireplace (brave girl), but when I turned to look for my son, he was nowhere to be found. We searched the house for him, and finally found him, down in the basement family room, huddled behind the couch with eyes as big as saucers. Poor thing was scared to death! I spent some time calming him and then took him upstairs to meet Santa Claus, and after he got his toy he was happy. But he would not approach Santa again until he was about 4.
My bad, I didn’t realize he would be so scared, but now it makes for a good family story.