“There’s Santa Claus!” my dad yelled from upstairs while we were watching a holiday movie down in the living room on Christmas Eve. He had just got up to go to the bathroom and minutes later we heard the excitement in his voice come barreling down the steps.
My mom, sister and I hurried up the stairs to see what was happening and found my dad pointing out of my bedroom window.
We all huddled together and shifted our eyes to the snowy sky as we tried to catch a glimpse of whatever (and whoever!) my dad had seen.
“I JUST saw him. He was flying over the neighbor’s house!” he said.
I didn’t see anything… but my teenage older sister suggested we bundle up and run out back to see if we could get a better look. My parents stayed inside, but she and I hurriedly grabbed our coats, boots and hats, ran out the front door, circled around the house to the back deck and looked up to the sky. Continue reading