When I was little, I remember going to my Granny place, and spend days, there. Christmas time was fun, seeing our cousins, our aunts, and uncles. I remember the house was always full of people. Where we just had fun being together. If you had to think back to where you realized that there was no Santa Claus, what would it be? To me it was Christmas-eve and all the kids had to go to bed, I was so excited that I was sleeping in my sister’s room at my Grannies place it was late and I knew that Santa was coming that night, so I stayed awake, then I heard it. I heard noises coming from the living room, so I go up and tip-toe down the hall, it wasn’t long but I didn’t want anyone to hear me because I knew no one saw Santa he was like a ghost. So there I was trying to not make a sound, and I knew everyone was asleep, I could hear Grandpa, snoring, and I just had to ease myself to the end of the small hallway without making a noise so I got to the opening and looked really quick, and to my surprise that I saw Granny, wrapping the gift and putting them under the tree. I hurried back to bedroom knowing this secret, and knowing that Santa did not exist I didn’t remember if I cry and giggle but all I know is that year I got the gift I wanted it was a doll that crawled on the floor and you could give her the bottle. I still have that doll today, she is broken up though, but it was something I just couldn’t give up.
What is your fondest memory of Christmas