Would you believe I saw Santa? No joke! I was 11 years old, and was Christmas Eve. I and my family just got home from the traditional Christmas Eve party at my aunt Hellen’s. Now, I’ve never been one to go to bed early and Christmas Eve was no exception. I was lounging on my couch, reading “Skipping Christmas” and sipping my hot tea, when I saw ash falling from within the fireplace.
“Hmmm, just the wind,” I thought.
But I heard no wind. And then even more was falling down the chimney.
“Well isn’t this curious.” I said aloud. Looking back, I should’ve been terrified and run to my parent’s room like a little kid. But no, I just sat there, easily entertained by the falling ash.
Just when I was beginning to wonder if I should go wake my dad and tell him the chimney had a leak. A very skinny man in a plush red and white Santa suit with a beard so big and fluffy it looked just comical on his face, popped out of my fireplace!!
As I stared at him with what I can only imagine were saucer sized eye balls, he said, “You’re Joel…right?”
“Yeaaaahhh…And you’re…Santa…right?” I replied, with disbelief etched all over my words.
“The one and only!”
“But why are you so, so skinny!!!!?” I asked.
“Ohhhhh…yeeeaah about that, After Christmas I take the Jenny Craig. But on Christmas Eve I engorge myself with cookies and milk till I’m fat as a hippopotamus!!” Santa answered. Did I detect a little embarrassment in his voice?
I literally busted out laughing. His cheeks turned from a rosy red to a full out apple red!
Santa was so embarrassed he quickly plopped the presents under the tree and hastily climbed up the chimney where it was soon raining ash.
I laughed till I cried! And when I woke up on Christmas morning I still had the giggles!
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