Originally Posted By Debbie Peterson
So, last week I waxed nostalgic about Santa Claus. This week my thoughts have taken me to my most memorable, most special, most favorite Christmas gift of all time! Nothing has ever topped it and I truly don’t think anything ever will. So..
However, no self-respecting five year old is going to nod right off to sleep on Christmas Eve. Isn’t part of the fun watching for Santa and his reindeer? So, I stayed awake and I am here to tell you that I heard jingle bells that night…in our living room…and it scared the dickens right out of me! I squeezed my eyes shut hoping that Santa would believe I was sleeping.
A minute and a half later (or so it seemed) water running in the bath tub woke me up. Curious, I walked down the hall to discover the reason and found my mother taking a bath (in the middle of the night?). When she saw me peeking around the door she gave me a smile and told me that she thought Santa might have come and maybe I should take a peek by the tree and see if he left me anything. I did. There by the tree was a beautiful doll, almost as tall as me. Mom said I could take it to bed with me if I wanted. Boy, did I want to! I went back to bed and snuggled with my beautiful doll.
Another minute and a half passed and all of a sudden the light in my bedroom went on. I opened my eyes and saw my daddy standing there with a huge smile on his face. He looked at me and he said, “Merry Christmas, Deb. You have a baby sister!” (Was mom cutting it close or what?)
Christmas is indeed a time for miracles, and that night one came to my house! Is it any wonder then that my beautiful sister is, and will ever continue to be, my most favorite, most special Christmas gift?
|Many, Many Years Later and with four more grandchildren yet to be born…|
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