Every kid got a
chance to lick a beater or a scraper. If you’re not big enough to lean
over a sink, next best place is on the floor.
Some years, Santa
would make an appearance on Christmas Eve. We would know he was near when
we could hear the jangling of bells on the reindeer reins outside. In
with a load of ho-ho-hos and a big bag of presents. One year, I recall
brother Bill was there, and Santa was surprised to see him. Santa had
missed him in Washington and was so glad to find him at our house because he
still had the present for him.
Santa and kids
weren’t very good at holding still for indoor photos. Matt is the little
kid in front, and Becky is the blur. After a jolly celebration, Santa
would go on his way with a chorus of ho-ho-hos, and jangling jingle bells,
disappearing into the distance. Shortly after, our friend Todd would show
up to sleep on the couch and join in the Christmas morning celebration.
Todd fit right in at our house and was a big help around it whenever he was
there.
That’s Mom’s elbow
off to the right of the frame. She would sleep upstairs on Christmas Eve
so she could be there first thing in the morning. After the kids fell
asleep, Santa would fill their stockings upstairs so they could occupy
themselves early in the morning. It was a rule at our house that the kids
couldn’t come downstairs on Christmas Day until it was light outside. Mom
recounted that one year she woke up and Becky was working her way through her
Christmas stocking, describing each item out loud as she went. When she
was through, she then went through every item in her brother’s stocking before
putting everything back together and waking him up!
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