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It wasn’t my imagination; I saw Santa Megan Smith Christmas is a magical time of the year. Wonderful things happen that you don’t always understand, and you don’t always have to. You just wake up one morning and it’s there, all from one man who wishes to bring Christmas back to life. I was there to witness it and that was the Christmas I’ll never forget, and I mean never! It all started out as a typical Christmas Eve spent at our ranch in Fall River. The date was December 24th. We set out all the cookies for Santa on our magnificent Christmas Plate, and we arranged the carrots in a perfect row for the reindeer. We filled the glass full of milk almost to the point where it overflowed. I was about 5 at the time, and I remember I kept asking my mommy when Santa would be coming. My heart was racing with excitement. That night, I lay in bed and my body was shaking with joy. I just knew I could stay up all night waiting for him to come. I felt cold that snowy, dismal night, so I took my pillow and my favorite blanket over to the fireplace and fell fast asleep in front of the fire. My eyes opened wide as I was startled awake by a familiar sound. I was still pretty sleepy so I was unsure what or who it was. Once reality hit, I ran as fast as I could to a safe corner out of sight but also where the Christmas tree was in perfect view. The noise I heard was coming from the chimney. I first saw a boot, then a red velvet leg and, of course, what followed next was his huge round belly. I couldn’t see his face in the darkness but through the glistening light of the fire I was able to see his rosy cheeks. It really was Santa. I’m not sure what was louder, my heart pounding or the sound of my knees knocking together. With a huge smile on his face he approached the gifts we left and one-by-one he ate every cookie we left him. The carrots magically traveled up the chimney and the tapping of hoofs assured me that the reindeer were enjoying them. After the milk was gone he preceded over to the big, red bag on the floor and began unloading presents. Then he filled our stockings with dolls, trains, perfume and many other terrific items. When he was done he headed for the chimney, but before he left, he turned to me and said, “Merry Christmas Megan!” He was gone before I could say a word. After the shock passed, I wandered back over to the bed I had made. Many wonderful thoughts raced through my head as I lay there. The last thing I remember is the jingle of bells and the patter of the reindeer on our roof, but amazingly I fell fast asleep. That morning I was eager to tell everyone my story. My family was sure my wild imagination was the source of tales and that I must have had a wonderful dream. I knew from the bottom of my heart what I saw that night was real and I will never forget it! Lodinews Home | News | Sports
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