A long time past, in Pennsylvania…
4 years old…it was Christmas Eve, and Santa came to visit our house. There were only 4 of us sisters then…and Mom was pregnant with my brother.
My Grandpa was in the kitchen cutting bread to make stuffing, and he sliced-off some of the crusts for us kids. I remember that bread crust tasting so good! I know now it was the flavors of the celery and onion he had previously chopped on the cutting board.
Well, we were munching on those crusts when there was a knock on the door….there was much excitement! Then he came in…it was Santa! He gave each of us girls a gift, and was on his way.
This is the very first Christmas I remember, and the last one with my Grandfather.
While reminiscing about that Christmas, my Mom laughed, and said that Santa was one of our neighbors…not so magical.
It was so long ago…but I can still feel the wonder of that very special night.