Article XI, Volume 1
Santa Flew Over My House
I'm going to share a story about my experience, many years ago, with Santa Claus.
Every year at Christmastime, several of my friends and myself would go downtown to a local department store and tell Santa what we wanted for Christmas. He would give us a big laugh and promise to deliver on Christmas Eve.
On the night before Christmas, me and my four Siblings would stay awake - virtually all night - waiting for Santa to come.We would jump up if we heard a car passing by or an airplane flying overhead. My brother Jeff jumped up one freezing cold Christmas Eve night, about 2 a.m. and ran outdoors barefooted , because he thought he glanced Santa landing in the yard. It turned out to be a deer, walking through the yard. So, we all went back to bed. About an hour later, my sister, Shirley ran on the porch because she heard a noise. We looked in the sky and saw a helicopter flying over our yard. We assumed it was Santa and he was using the helicopter because he had too many toys for his sled.
So, all of us went back to bed, feeling assured that Santa was in the neighborhood, and shortly, he would be stopping at our house. We made sure the fire was out in the fireplace.
Before we went to sleep, we heard the sound of an airplane flying over - we did not get up this time - because we felt that Santa was in the neighborhood and on his way. I surmised, the noise was his backup sled or helicopter because he had a lot of toys to deliver.
When 7 a.m. came, we all jumped out of bed (from separate rooms) and ran to the Christmas tree to get our presents. Sure enough there was a gift for all of us, but the gifts were a far cry from what Santa had promised to bring.
My youngest sister, Audrey, had been anxiously awaiting two years for Santa to bring her a colored barbie doll. (This was before they started making black dolls readily available). She got a doll but it was a far cry from a barbie doll. She was disappointed.
I got my usual, single shot, cap pistol, an apple, orange, nuts and candy. All of us got something, but that something was not what Santa had promised to bring.
I stepped outside, and saw one of my friends,-who was an only child in his family - coming toward me, dressed in a full cowboy outfit, with two automatic six shooter cap guns and holsters. He was really decked out. My friend invited me to his house. His front room was loaded with toys. All I could say was, "Wow, Santa left you more than he delivered for me and my four siblings combined!"
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