Years back when I was 9 years old I lived in a foster care home with a family who was my foster family.
Every year we would put up a huge tree and mom would then place the nativity scenery around the bottom of the tree.
This year there was something extra as we all sat around the Christmas tree singing carols and opening up our gifts. There was so much noise in the house as the entire family would talk and laugh and open up presents. All of a sudden we heard jingle bells outside and clanking up on the roof top.
All of us children went running out side in the cold and snow to see what the noise was about. We all still believed in Santa Claus back then but we couldn't see anything except hoof prints in the snow. We didn't see the sleigh or the bells or even Santa Clause.
I looked all over the house as my mother was trying to get us all back in to the house before we got sick from being out in sub zero degree weather with out boots, hats, mittens or even a coat on. The snow was glistening off the moons rays as I kept looking around the house when all of a sudden I found big foot prints in the snow.
I kept on looking, hoping to see Santa Claus in person but to my dismay I had never found him.
For a long time I had believed there was a Santa Claus and when I went back in side my foster dad was sitting in his chair laughing. He never told me until I became an adult how he pulled off that Christmas trick on all of us kids. He told me he had climbed up on the roof top, made some thumping noises and had sleigh bells in his hands, he said he took some old hooves off a deer he had caught the year before and made the prints in the snow. That the foot prints I had seen back then were his boot prints and that is when I found out there really was no Santa Claus.
To a nine year old child and hearing such sounds it sure seemed real as can be that I would have gotten a glimpse of the jolly old elf himself.
Every year we would put up a huge tree and mom would then place the nativity scenery around the bottom of the tree.
This year there was something extra as we all sat around the Christmas tree singing carols and opening up our gifts. There was so much noise in the house as the entire family would talk and laugh and open up presents. All of a sudden we heard jingle bells outside and clanking up on the roof top.
All of us children went running out side in the cold and snow to see what the noise was about. We all still believed in Santa Claus back then but we couldn't see anything except hoof prints in the snow. We didn't see the sleigh or the bells or even Santa Clause.
I looked all over the house as my mother was trying to get us all back in to the house before we got sick from being out in sub zero degree weather with out boots, hats, mittens or even a coat on. The snow was glistening off the moons rays as I kept looking around the house when all of a sudden I found big foot prints in the snow.
I kept on looking, hoping to see Santa Claus in person but to my dismay I had never found him.
For a long time I had believed there was a Santa Claus and when I went back in side my foster dad was sitting in his chair laughing. He never told me until I became an adult how he pulled off that Christmas trick on all of us kids. He told me he had climbed up on the roof top, made some thumping noises and had sleigh bells in his hands, he said he took some old hooves off a deer he had caught the year before and made the prints in the snow. That the foot prints I had seen back then were his boot prints and that is when I found out there really was no Santa Claus.
To a nine year old child and hearing such sounds it sure seemed real as can be that I would have gotten a glimpse of the jolly old elf himself.
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