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another from Vicki: One year we were both out of work and we had no money to buy anything. My step mother gave us the ugliest white tree you have ever seen. The kids coloured strips of newspaper and we made chains to decorate the tree. My step mom had come to visit on Christmas eve and brought each kid a small gift. I was just dying inside bcause I knew that was all they would get. We heard a car pull up in front and then some one knocked on the door. When I opened it, there stood Santa with a big brown leather bag full of toys. There were 2 men and 2 boys with him. They carried gifts and food into our house for 15 min.!....the boy scouts in Marion, IN. had taken us for their Christmas project! My husband and I spent the next 10 years working with the scouts. |
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submitted by Fred aka Grandaddy: Once upon a time on Christmas Eve long long ago, I and the Ex were on our way home with the kids, it was storming snow, sleet. We arrived home around 7pm with all the Santa Clause gifts still to be wrapped and put under the tree that needed to be trimmed and the trains to be set up. Precisely at 7:15pm the electric went off due to the ice storm. We proceeded to get the kids off to bed with milk and cookies left out for Santa. Natually a flashlight had to be left out for him too as requested by the kids for Santa to be able to find the milk and cookies in the dark. Well "Mr. and Mrs. Clause" began wrapping the gifts and trimming the tree and also setting up the trains using a flashlight stuck in "Santas" mouth to be able to see but still use both hands to set the trains up. We finished around 5am and the kids hit the living room precisely at 5:45am wanting to turn on tree lights, play with the trains, etc. We managed to apease them with milk and sweet rolls since the electricity was still off. By 7:30 the gifts were unwrapped, trains running well and the electricity was back on. |
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submitted by Sheila: We always did exactly the same things at exactly the same times, so there really isn't anything in particular to mention. Though I do remember one year that I wrote a message to Father Christmas asking him to put my stocking in a certain place...he wrote a brief reply, but blew his cover when I recognised my Dad's handwriting!! |
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