I know many of you are not going to believe this, because even I think it’s a little Crazy, but here it goes… When I was 5 years old, I saw Santa and 1 elf in our house putting presents under the tree. I swear!
So when I was 5 we lived in Byesville Ohio. Never heard of it? I’m not surprised. Anyway… This is the one Christmas very clearly. It was late at night, because everyone was in bed sleeping. It had snowed at some point, because I remember wonder if I’d see the Reindeer’s foots prints in the snow the next morning.
I was asleep in bed when I heard something outside my window. I opened my eyes to see Santa looking in through my window. He put his finger to his lips as if to say shhhh. Now of course it had to be Santa, because my bedroom was on the second story! Who else could it have been? At this point I probably pulled my covers up to my nose and tried to close my eyes!
After what felt like forever, I figured I should probably try and make a run for my parents bedroom. As I peaked down the hallway that’s when I saw my first elf. Now, I had always expected elf to be, well, elf like. Sure he was wearing elf gear. Pointy hat, check, nickers, check, puffy shirt, check, but this elf was at least 5 feet tall! Obviously his job was to was to guard the hallway and I did not want to mess with him. I counted to 3 and ran as fast as I could across the 4 foot hallway.
Once I made it to my Parents room I received a less than loving welcome. Can you believe they sent me away! How could they do that to me? I explained that Santa and the elf were in the living room, but they wouldn’t listen!! They just sent me back to my room and this would mean crossing the hallway again! Why were they torturing me like this? It took every little bit of bravery I had in my little 5 year old body to even approach the door!
After taking a deep breath, I quickly peaked around the door. This time the Elf was looking the other way and I ran as fast as I could to my bedroom. I jumped into bed and once again pulled the covers up to my nose. No way was I going to cover my eyes, I wanted to be able to see if Santa walked into my room. So I laid in bed listening to Santa making a bunch of noise and couldn’t figure out why no one else heard it!
This is where it starts to get a little fuzzy. I’m sure at some point I fell asleep because I remember waking up again and asking if it was time to open presents. I remember telling my parents about Santa and I remember then pretending to believe. I was so annoyed that they didn’t REALLY believe me. To this day I get a little frustrated that no one believed me!
A few years later when my Dad actually set me down to tell me Santa wasn’t real I had to remind him I saw Santa. I knew he was real! I don’t remember what my Dad’s response was, but I remember being annoyed that he still didn’t believe me.
Now I’m an adult, with a 3 year old little girl. I know where and when I bought all the present under the tree. I know that I was the one that ate the cookies and my husband was the who finished off the milk. I know that Santa didn’t come down the chimney yesterday, but I also know that when I was a 5 year old little girl, I saw Santa.