My absolute favourite day of the
year is Christmas Eve. Not for the
reasons most people love the holiday though. The reason Christmas Eve is so important to me is because my
fondest memory of childhood just so happen to take place on this special day.
Most people enjoy Christmas for the
delicious food, the good company and of course, the shiny new presents. Now don’t get me wrong, although I do
enjoy ALL these things, this is not my main reason for loving the holiday. I, on the other hand, love this
holiday even more because of what occurred on Christmas Eve 1990 at around
7:30pm.
It was the most magical night of my
life. Myself, along with my two
sisters, brother, mom, dad, and our dog Harry decided to take a walk after
dinner. Now this is not something
we usually do altogether as a family, especially during the bitter cold winter
nights. But on this night, the
weather was PERFECT. I remember
putting on my purple snow boots along with my oversized hand-me-down winter
jacket. Although my jacket was
three sizes too big, I loved the way it kept me warm and made me feel as though
I was an Eskimo in an igloo. After
finishing bundling up, my family and myself stepped outside. The sky was so clear that every single
star was twinkling and lit up this perfect night with a warm glow. The snow had just freshly fallen so
that every step we took, the snow beneath us crackled like wood heating in a
fireplace. We walked side-by-side
admiring how beautiful our street looked with all the Christmas lights on and
seeing the neighbours through their windows laughing and smiling. I felt like I was in a fairytale. We headed down a short, dark alley
which lead to a huge open field that had two swings and a slide, therefore we
called it “the park”.
My sister and I decided to lie down
and make beautiful snow angels. As I sunk about 3 inches into the fluffy fresh
fallen snow, I remember feeling warmth.
It was funny to think that being cuddled in snow could actually make you
feel so toasty.
Just as we had finished our snow
angels I heard my dad say, “Look Up!”
And at that moment was when magic happened. All six of us look up to the sky in amazement. Up above us we saw eight twinkly lights
with a red light leading the way.
Now at 7 years old, Santa Clause is real and this was the most AMAZING
experience. We watched and sat in
silence for what seemed like forever.
When we finally came back down to earth we all just looked at each other
with the biggest smiles on our faces.
We had just seen what ever kid wishes they could, Santa Clause and his
reindeer.
To this day the experience is
burned in my memory bank. And as I
grow older and the magic of Christmas disappears for some, it always remains in
me. I witnessed a miracle and to
this day myself, along with everyone in my family, believes we were fortunate
enough to see Santa Clause.
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