Nine days ’til Christmas! The excitement is palpable in my house. MiniB is especially excited because Santa will be coming. She is getting close to the age of disbelieving, so I treasure the opportunity to play Santa again. He was truly the most magical part of my childhood. One of my best childhood memories was the year I heard him come to deliver presents. I was about the same age as MiniB, and sleeping lightly because I couldn’t wait for Christmas morning. We lived in an apartment with no fireplace, so I had been wondering how Santa would get into the house. I finally decided that he would probably use the back door, because it would be silly to come in the front door where everyone on the street could see him. So, imagine my amazement when I was awakened by the stealthy sound of our back door opening in the middle of the night. My eyes shot open, and then I immediately closed them again, in case he figured out I was awake and left. I made myself not move, so I would look as asleep as possible. I may have even forgotten to breathe.
I don’t think I heard anything else, maybe some rustling in the living room, and eventually I fell back to sleep. The next morning, waking up and seeing what he had brought me seemed even more special because I had heard him come into the house. For some reason, I never told my parents about it. I think I was afraid that if I did, the spell would be broken. It was my own special secret.
So, Persephoneers, do you have any magical Santa memories? Or any other special moments that made you believe, with all your heart and soul, that magic was real?