My sister has started Christmas Memory Monday at her private blog (thus no linkage), and so I am going to answer her with Christmas Memory Sunday. CMS.
Big Sis is asking about Santa a lot lately. She tells me that some kids at school are telling her he isn't real.
Big Sis: Mom, is Santa real?
Me: What do you think?
Big Sis: Yes.
Me: Me too.
When I was about her age I wanted to see if Santa was indeed real. I disciplined myself and did not tell my mom exactly what I wanted for Christmas. I saved my wish to tell only Santa. When I visited him I whispered in his ear: I want a mini tv.
I held on to this moment with Santa until Christmas Eve. I knew that in the morning, if there was a little tv there, that he was real.
I went to bed with great anticipation, and I was so excited to see if Santa was indeed real. I ran out to the living room and sitting there was a mini tv. I was stunned! He was real after all! Why did I ever doubt!?
I am not sure when this happened, but I later discussed this with my mom...later as in months, years maybe. This was when the secret was out about Santa. I think that I maintained he was real because of the tv Christmas morning moment. I remember her telling me that she had found that tv in her car. And then I realized that I hadn't kept my secret completely to myself. I think I told my Grandma. And I think that she was the one who put the tv in my mom's car.
I'm not sure if I am remembering this right...mom, am I?
But....the reason I love this memory is because my Grandma loved me enough to make sure that my belief in Santa stayed strong, and she listened to me and made some magic happen.