Oh Santa Claus
By Linda Olivas
Rough Draft
As the tall-tale has been told to every child in history, the so called Santa Claus would climb down the chimney of your house, eat the cookies and milk that had been left on the table, and leave the presents that you asked for. After doing so, he would climb back up and ride off on his sleigh that was getting pulled from his reindeer. For a small child, this story is very believable since they have enough imagination to believe that pigs can fly!
On Christmas Eve, my family would all get together with a big dinner, and exchange presents. Throughout all my years, this was always very enjoyable. This would be our way to surpass the time until Christmas, when I was little, it was for me anyways. I would go around and play with the other kids or try and hold a conversation with the adults to stay up until 12 o’clock in the morning to start opening the presents that our parents had gotten for us.
Being a little girl, this mission seemed to be physically and mentally impossible! When the clock finally struck 12, we rushed towards the presents with excitement to see how much money our parents and family members spent on us this year. Although this didn’t matter much at the time, all that mattered was that we got new things. Like all kids, they right away want to use their new things right away, so I would at least stay up an hour more to play with what I got. Then I would fall asleep. In the morning, I would rush into the living room where the Christmas tree is usually placed and see what Santa brought for me this year.
Now that I actually think back to when I believed in Santa, my routine didn’t exactly fit the tale about Santa Claus. Either way, I still enjoyed the thought that he existed or that he would bring me the toys that I wanted.
