I remember, as a kid, getting phone calls from Santa. I forget if it was something that Ma Bell did, or if it was a town thing--or if Mom & Dad called a number and handed me the phone, or if the phone rang and we answered it.. but I remember talking to a real live person who said they were Santa Claus.
Then again, we were the kind of household where nothing went up until I went to bed on Christmas Eve. When I woke up on Christmas day, I'd find the tree, the stockings, and all the decorations up. And, of course, the 1/2 eaten plate of cookies & carrots with a glass of milk for Santa & the reindeer.
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Date: 2008-12-23 04:03 pm (UTC)Then again, we were the kind of household where nothing went up until I went to bed on Christmas Eve. When I woke up on Christmas day, I'd find the tree, the stockings, and all the decorations up. And, of course, the 1/2 eaten plate of cookies & carrots with a glass of milk for Santa & the reindeer.
I'm feeling a blog post coming on..