Well, I was a horse fanatic!
I couldn’t get enough of them. My
mom had a great horse, Penny, and I loved to ride anything that would let me
get on. I collected Breyer horses and
they were my prized possessions. Well
one fall, I’d say I was six, I spent a lot of time in the tack shed “riding” on
the saddles that were stored in there.
One of them was just my size, and I “rode” it often.
Fast forward to Christmas morning that same year. I was always an early riser on Christmas
morning, and still am if someone wants to warn Stan. . .I rushed into the
living room, which was about 3 steps from my bed. There, underneath the tree was a saddle! And it was just my size! I couldn’t wait to go riding. But then I figured out I had been riding on
it! If memory serves me right, my
parents tried to convince me that Santa sometimes has to “store” Christmas
items before Christmas, because that sled gets pretty heavy to pull!
Either way, I knew. I
knew that Santa didn’t exist, except for in our hearts. He might have visited a few times after that –
I can’t really remember and I always found my mom’s hiding place for gifts. But one tradition our family has kept is
hanging stockings and filling them. This
is one of my favorite Christmas traditions, and my parents and I fill each
other’s socks with fun small items – stamps, lotions, kitchen utensils, candy,
you name it! So even though I figured
out the real Santa many years ago, Santa still is there for those who believe!
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