When I was little I was afraid of Santa....my father would get me to wake up. At that point I was too afraid to go to the livingroom and see if Santa had been there because what if he was still there....and I ran into him ...and he saw me?
So I would tell my dad "you go see" and ofc he'd say "I'm not going. You go." This would go on back and forth changing positions in the hall from first to last for like 30 minutes.
LOL
My dad is no longer alive....but this is my favorite Christmas memory. :)
What's yours?
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Laying under the Christmas tree and looking up at all the lights.
