I had to be about 5-6. I don't believe my brother was born yet. I had asked Santa for a reindeer that year.
Now Christmas was always about the kids and I used to clean up, being the only kid for 7 years. So I just knew I was getting my deer.
Of course I tried to stay up the night before and conked out and was sleeping GOOOOOOD. When all of a sudden I heard bells.
Of course I flew out of bed and to the doorway and somehow, there were a set of footprints and then several sets of hoof prints. Now I realize there were however, no sleigh prints.
Well grandpa had these brass bells. I was much older when I found them. He used to love clanging those bells as hard as he could, to wake us up out of a dead sleep.
I'm sure you assumed that I didn't get a reindeer that year...well, you were wrong. Somehow they found me a blow up reindeer and that was waiting for me next to the tree! LOL! I have a picture somewhere. I need to find it.
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What an awesome childhood memory. I think most of us have a memory of Christmas when we were about that age that will stick with us throughout our lives.
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