By Ellie Behman
The pure white snow was falling gently on the crystal-like branches as well as creating a fluffy carpet leading up to our door. It was the perfect setting for our three small children while they awaited Santa’s arrival a long time ago. There was not a shadow of a doubt that he wouldn’t come as they excitedly told us they had seen sleigh tracks alongside our road as we came home from church.
Electricity filled the air as the kids kept peering out the front window. It almost looked like daylight because now everything in sight was covered with a pure white blanket. We told them the snow would make Santa’s ride smoother.
Then the magical time came. We heard the bells and then a hearty, “Ho-Ho-Ho”. There, at the very top of our drive, was the one person that children all over the world wait for. Dear old Santa Claus was regal in his bright red suit which glowed brightly against the sparkling white snow. No mistaking his goal as he sauntered down our drive and up to the door, a heavy bag filled with gifts, slung over his shoulder. By this time, our daughter Renee’ could hardly contain her excitement as she did cart wheels all over the living room. Santa entered, distributed gifts and was quickly on his way, leaving behind three wide eyed children with their jaws dropped open in amazement.
I don’t know if they remember that evening so long ago but their dad and I do. We were able to enjoy seeing Santa and sharing their thrill of a lifetime. Now, so many years later our children have children and the thrill of Christmas is almost exclusively set aside for the little ones. I guess I’m just a kid at heart and a part of me looks forward to recreating the magic of that night.
Oh, you and I know that there are Santa’s helpers everywhere to meet the heavy demands of the times. However, if we can just stop for one moment and see Santa through the eyes of a child, we too could feel the excitement of that evening so long ago. Wouldn’t that be much better than loathing crowded malls, long checkout lines and endless shopping? We should all be children if only for a short time and allow the magic of Christmas take us away to a place that will live in our hearts forever.
That Christmas so long ago, when our children had a special visit from Santa stands out in my mind as vividly as if it were yesterday. A few years ago, we reminded Renee’ of that evening and how she believed with all her heart. In turn she made a plaque with Santa and the words “I Believe” painted on each side. Who did she present it to? Santa Claus, of course. After all, he was visiting our family once again as he had done for many years. The magic still lives on.
Ellie has been a freelance writer for more than 40 years and has written over 400 articles. She and her husband spend as much time as possible at their cabin where they enjoy the beauty of the surrounding area. This is where the majority of her writing is done as it is the perfect quiet setting for a writer.