Re: It's coming on Christmas They're cutting down trees12/23/16
posted by Tim Dineen
1956. We lived on 19th Avenue at Ortega.
My brother and I had the front bedroom - next to the living room and fronting 19th.
It was midnightish Christmas Eve heading into Christmas Day and I heard a noise in the living room. I got up out of bed, walked into the hall and peered into the living room.
There, standing next to the tree, was Santa. Not my father, not some relative, neighbor, or friend of the family dressed as Santa. No, boys and girls... it was the Real McCoy. The Man From The North Pole was standing right in my living room.
Before I could say a word he put his finger to his lips to shush me. With a wave of his hand he motioned me back to bed.
I went, thrilled that Santa had come to our house and I had actually seen him.
60 years later, it is still one of the most vivid memories I have of my childhood.
And that simple memory - for memory it indeed is - is probably the main reason we collect Santas and decorate wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling, inside-and-out, every year, bake a bazillion cookies, and otherwise just go crazy this time of year.
I just love it.