A SamanthaRoad Christmas Story

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house everyone was stirring, but there was no mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St Nicholas would soon be there.

It was Christmas Eve of 1997, I was four. We were visiting my nana and baba for Christmas and I had this feeling like Santa was going to come for a visit. See in our house, Santa came early if we were going to be away for Christmas eve. It was so magical when he did. So at my nana and babas house, it only made sense that if I wished hard enough he would come for a visit whilst delivering gifts.

Now, I love Santa, I love his spirit and I love the magic he brings at Christmas time. I dressed up as him for my first Christmas and I've visited Santa at the mall almost every year since I was little.

So, it's Christmas eve, I am opening gifts, hyped up on chocolate, and I had this feeling. I for some reason knew Santa was on location. Call it a child's intuition, but I knew he was coming. I was freaking out. It was magic.

Then, I heard my dad yell that Santa was right outside of my nana and baba's house.

I was ecstatic. Completely overwhelmed. I was yelling at everyone to go to sleep because I thought Santa would take away my toys if I didn't. I'm not sure if it was the fact that I was over excited or actually frightened by Santa, but the next thing everyone knew, I was terrified of Santa. Obviously, we all react differently when we see true magic, but I don't think anyone was expecting what I did next.

That's me completely overwhelmed at the sight of Santa hiding under a table. My poor parents and Santa. They couldn't get me to come out from under the table until he left. So I never got to meet the real Santa because I was afraid, but the magic I felt was so real and it was so wonderful.

This story is dedicated to the most amazing Père Nöel I have ever seen. Merci :)

Have a wonderful Christmas everyone and thank you so much for reading.

Samantha