...to the house the other night!! For REAL just ask my daughters Olivia and Zoe.
Santa coming to the house has been a tradition in my family since the mid-forties. It strted with my uncle and through the years has been played by me, a cousin, a brother in law whom ever was around to make it believable.
This year my wife was worried that Olivia (9) was catching on to the whole thing. So we got them to sleep and waited for a couple of hours. Then I sprung into action donning my suit, a grand one at that, and lowering the lights I took my place close to the tree. My wife awoke Zoe first who then woke Ollie. Together they walked to the end of the hall way just enough to see the FAT MAN. Excited and shaking with nervous delight they whispered to one another and just as quickly went back to bed. Mind you not to sleep. For the next several hours my wife and I listened as Ollie begged Zoe to arise and let the fun begin. Zoe's final rebuke "be quiet and go to sleep". Finally, at 4 am, it was time to celebrate Christmas.
At first light, with all the gifts opened, I went out to retrieve the newspaper and what did I see. The markings left by Santa's sleigh and his reindeer. There were marks made by the sleighs runners along with hoof prints and oats scattered about. As if the girls would need further confirmation that indeed he had come.
All things being equal, the scene was priceless! The memories will last forever as will the video.
Looking forward to 2010.........