Tradition: Santa

I remember being little – 4 years old or younger.  My dad carried me outside on Christmas Eve to point out the red flashing light in the sky.  It was Rudolph’s nose.  I knew in that moment that I simply needed to get to bed.

I remember Santa always being a part of our Christmas growing up.  I don’t remember ever really seeing him but do have a photo somewhere of my brother, sister and I sitting with Santa.  I remember when I learned that there was no Santa.

The house we grew up in was out on a farm.  We had a wood burning furnace in the basement with a wood room just on the other side of the stairs.  I remember one Christmas going down to put more wood in the furnace and finding hidden boxes that had once held the gifts we had received for Christmas.  The boxes were not around the gifts when we received them because Santa didn’t use boxes.  And, if Santa didn’t uses boxes how could the boxes have shown up in our basement to be burned?  The jig was up.  There was no Santa.

Fortunately for me I had just as much fun helping my mom be Santa.  I remember the year my brother got a Teddy Ruxpin for Christmas from Santa.  It was all he would talk about prior to Christmas and mom happened to get him one.  I got to stay up late and help eat the cookies and drink the milk and make the living room look like Santa had just disappeared from our home.

Santa lives on in our home as well.  We visit with Santa every year so the boys can tell him what they desire most for Christmas.  We try to see Santa at the zoo because, as far as I am concerned, this man is the FOR REAL Santa!  The guy just is the Santa I’ve always thought of in my head.  Anyway, we don’t really do letters to Santa, although we do have a mailbox hanging on our tree.  Eli used it last year for a last-minute request.  We leave cookies and chocolate milk for Santa and carrots for the reindeer.  Last year I carried on the tradition of finding the blinking red light in the sky and calling it Rudolph – I love that we live near 2 airports 🙂

Santa doesn’t leave our living room in disarray.  He leaves presents by the fireplace and wraps them.  We have always done blue wrapping paper for Eli and red for Keegan.  Gifts that belong to both are wrapped in both paper.  Santa will also leave a little something under the mini trees in their bedrooms.  He fills their stockings with fun little stuffers.  The elf returns to his beginning spot on the corner of the piano to not move again until next year.

I love that the tradition remains real for them.  I count my blessings each day that the magic still exists for them.  I hope that it continues even after they know the truth about Santa.  It’s the spirit of Christmas that I love so much and hope that I’m instilling in them.

As this week continues to become more frantic for me I will be visiting with you all less and less.  May you each find the happiest of holidays this year – whatever holiday that may be.  May the joy and magic of the season surround you with love and make you smile.  And, may Santa be extra kind to you this year.

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”

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About Brotherly Love

I am a mom, partner, teacher and a lover of life. I have two fabulous boys who define my life as I know it. One of my children has been diagnosed with a sensory processing disorder, Asperger's and anxiety disorder. I blog as much about him as I do about my life and the lives of my immediate family.
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2 Responses to Tradition: Santa

  1. Elastamom says:

    We love Santa here too. I was the same way…I was so happy to help my Mom be Santa for my sister. 🙂

  2. Debbi Henry says:

    Heather, I wish you and your family a very wonderful Christmas. I have truly enjoyed reading about your holiday traditions and just read through them again. They really helped put me back into the Christmas spirit! Thanks so much for sharing!

    PS, the problems I was having with my blog have fixed themselves. Let me know if you are still having problems with leaving a comment and I will see what I can do!

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