Santa in the Box

I have this beautiful Santa-in-the-box… a gift from my grandparents.  They didn’t give it to me when I was a child.  No, it was years later when I was married with a home of my own.  They knew I loved Santa, and I think they always wanted their family to keep the awe and wonder that a child feels on Christmas Eve.

That night was always amazingly special in their home.  It was their wedding anniversary, so that made for an even greater celebration.  Granddad was always out on the back porch grilling steaks, no matter how cold the weather.  I see him out there clearly in a fur cap, opening the sliding glass door and yelling, “Hey all you hooligans!  Get out here!  Santa is flying over!”  And all his little hooligan grandchildren would scurry out to see a light flying overhead.  It was no airplane.  Of course it was Santa Claus.

After our feast we’d gather in the den around the Christmas tree, and Granddad was always the most excited of all to pass out the gifts.  He was just like a kid.  Just like a kid.  It was so long ago, but because he made it so special, it seems so recent in my mind.

I treasure all my Santas.  Every year when they come out of their boxes for the month of December, I’m filled with incredible memories from my childhood… back when I was a little hooligan who believed in Santa Claus.  Well, actually, I still do.


4 Responses to “Santa in the Box”

  1. Kim Mann says:

    Thanks for the memories!!!!!

  2. Sandy says:

    My pleasure… as always!

  3. Marcea Clive says:

    Neat memories. Family, love and memories.

  4. Sharon says:

    I always fell for that blinking red light on the tower of a radio station. Rudolf, I was so disappointed when I pointed it out to Cooper when he was just little and he said, “Nana, I think tht’s a cell tower.” Kids are just too smart these days. I miss Daddy and Mama, but we will have steak.

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