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Christmas Morning at 316 Chestnut Street Circa 1960+

I have stumbled across a new passion: writing. It is proving to be insightful and rewarding.

I look toward the sky to find myself day dreaming of long ago.
The trees across the field are tall, barren and no longer showing autumn’s glow.
The day all along has been gloomy and chilly. I hum a Christmas tune to myself to lift my spirits.

Snow floats down like star dust as it turns to glitter falling from the night sky.
Feelings come and go as I remember days of contentment with not a care in the world. This is a time of childhood remembered. Does the holiday season do that to you, too?

With a vivid living imagination I jot words down on paper. Santa’s sleigh flies through the glitter as Rudolph lights up the night sky. This way Santa can see who’s sleepin’ or who’s peekin’.

We didn’t leave Santa cookies and milk very often. It never occurred to me to leave carrots for the reindeer. I hope they didn’t mind. I’d lay in bed on Christmas Eve and listen for the prancing and pawing of their little feet on the rooftop. I really listened intently for their jingle bells.

On Christmas morning we’d line up on the stairs for our annual Christmas photo.
Four girls all in a row, eldest at the top on down to me, the youngest. It was torture to be still, because we were all so excited to see what Santa had brought us!

Having forgotten not hearing the prancing and pawing of little feet we make a quick dash down the stairs to grab a present and open it. I always wondered why Mom’s handwriting was on the tags from Santa. To: Laurie From: Santa. I never put two and two together. So you can imagine my disappointment when one of my sisters eventually told me Santa wasn’t real.

Christmas Time is Here

© 2020 Laurie S Novak

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