“Here’s what we know about Santa. He sees you when you’re sleeping. He knows when you’re awake. He knows if you’ve been bad or good. I think he’s with the NSA.”

I woke up to another dreary day and a very dark sky screaming rain. The weatherman agrees. Snow is predicted in some parts of the state, but we will be too warm, in the 40’s. Yesterday was the Solstice, the longest night of the year. By next week, we will be gaining a minute and a half of light a day then two minutes in February. That sounds so hopeful.

Christmas vacation begins today around here. I remember this last day and how excited the kids were, high school kids wearing Santa hats and sucking on candy canes. They used to sing Christmas carols at lunch, spontaneous outbursts from one table then another then on and on. The halls between classes were filled with cheer, with kids wishing each other a Merry Christmas. At the end of the day, the school emptied quickly. The festivities had begun!

I have errands today then cookie baking. I was out a long time yesterday, but I couldn’t finish my list. One store was closed so I have to go back today. I also have to go to the candy store and the grocery store. I’ll get everything I need so I won’t have to go out again between now and Christmas. (I’m laughing here. That will never happen. I’ll find out I need something else. I always do.)

The excitement started to get palpable around this time when I was a kid. The countdown was at two until Christmas Eve and three until that glorious morning, Christmas day. Every afternoon we watched Santa Claus at his workshop. I remember the channel was WMUR from New Hampshire. Santa talked to us as if he were in the room. He discussed all of the work being done by the elves to get ready to fill the sleigh. I don’t remember what he looked like, whether he had great whiskers or paltry whiskers, or if his voice was jolly. I just remember sitting on the rug and watching Santa.

We didn’t have a fireplace, but I was never in doubt that Santa would find his way to the living room and the tree. He was magical so nothing could stand in his way. I figured he just used the door, probably the front door. That the dog didn’t bark was just more of the magic. I figured Duke wagged his stubby Boxer tail and gave Santa lots of kisses.

It is when the questions appear that believing in Santa gets shaky. The how does he do it in one night is a biggy. It shows a bit of skepticism. I am five and seven years older than my sisters. I told them nothing after I found out and I even became part of the Santa conspiracy and teased them about the good or the naughty list. It was wistful for me.

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10 Comments on ““Here’s what we know about Santa. He sees you when you’re sleeping. He knows when you’re awake. He knows if you’ve been bad or good. I think he’s with the NSA.””

  1. Hedley Says:

    Happy Forefathers Day, roll out the five kernels of corn. The roads are emptying, the phone has gone quiet and the season is almost upon us.

    Christmas Eve was way too much and my Mother would sedate us with copious amounts of Disprin. We would leave a drink and cookies for Father Christmas and no doubt my Father drilled the drink. Our home was partially heated by coal in the fireplace so the jolly fat guy did a good job in making it to our living room without getting fried.

    I love Christmas at St John Fisher Chapel, I love the people I see every week, the advent candles and the church going dark on the Eve and everyone singing Silent Night. I always cry because they are all gone but its a good crying as I remember them with love.

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      I find myself far more nostalgic this Christmas than in other years. I don’t know why. All the music and the films touch my heart.

      I think of my mother so much this time of year. She made Christmas for us all and we bring that forward. I too remember her with love.

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    It snowed here. Wet snow that is only sticking to unpaved areas.

    I have to go out and I don’t want to. I need to find a dessert for Xmas Day. And I need to get some alcohol and ice cream and a couple of presents that I haven’t had time for. Oh, dear. There’s no time!
    Just kidding. Plenty of time. 🙂

    Santa Claus came into our house through the china closet in the dining room. It was next to the chimney but we didn’t have a fireplace so that was the best he could do. When we were all very small believers my mother would take all the things out of the china closet on Christmas Eve so that Santa wouldn’t break anything. Our Duke didn’t bark either and most probably wagged his curly-up spitz-type tail. 🙂

    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I too don’t want to go out, but after I finish this, I’m going to get dressed and go. I really need to get some ingredients for a new candy I want to make and I have to order stuff for Saturday night, gingerbread house night.

      Dogs were smart enough not to bite Santa.

      I think it so cool of your mother to empty the china cabinet. That goes way above the usual.

      Enjoy the day-may your errands be quick!

      • Caryn Says:

        Emptying the china closet was above and beyond the call of parental Santa duty but I think she also took it as an opportunity to dust inside there and sort out the service pieces for Christmas dinner. 🙂

      • katry Says:

        She did well telling the story of Santa’s arrival and joining it with the cleaning. Smart!

  3. Bob Says:

    Tonight is Fesivus Eve. I don’t think it has any special meaning to the holiday because the big events come tomorrow. I especially enjoy the airing of grievances that clear the air among family members for the new year. The result is either forgiveness or estrangement. 🙂 We forego the aluminum pole and the feats of strength.

    When I was a kid my parents would hang stockings on the mantle and fill them with candy so my sister and I would not feel left out on Christmas morning. They did this long after we knew Santa was a myth. The best part of the season is sharing and enjoying everyone’s celebration be it Christmas, Chaunukah, Festivus or Kwanzaa. Of course there was no Kwanzaa when I was a kid because it was started in 1968. In the 1950s there were no black people living in our segregated Dallas neighborhood. Our similarities far outweigh our differences.

    • katry Says:

      Festivus has grown. It started out on Seinfeld and now it has become real. People celebrate and air their grievances. How crazy is that?

      Food shared is the best. We make potato latkes, African food, and so much else from so many places. We combine parts of all our holidays and honor each other.

  4. olof1 Says:

    I bought the last things I really needed today but found out I’ve missed a thing or two that I wanted but perhaps not needed 🙂 I’ll go to the grocery store on christmas day if I still want it.

    Today would most likely have been a hard day for parents since it is the 24th that is the big day here. I think the christmas holidays started here last Monday. Thankfully for those believing in the Yule Gnome they didn’t have to rely on him coming through the chimney since he always knocked on the door. I really didn’t like to hear that knocking since he scared me to death 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      On Christmas Day almost all stores are closed. The exceptions are mostly small convenience stores with gas stations. I remember running to one to get the batteries my brother forgot for his kid’s toy.

      Today is a tough day to get through. School is out and keeping kids occupied will be difficult. Maybe this should be frost the cookies day!

      The knocking would scare me too!

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