I Saw Santa Clause on Christmas Morning 1956.
I had just turned 5 years old a few days before that Christmas Morning in 1956. We lived in the country, about 20 miles away from the nearest city,
but in that time it may as well have been a hundred. I remember hearing something, the faint jingle of bells, and was instantly wide awake and on the
move. I shot from my small bed against the wall and dashed to the cold, single-paned window. Looking through it, I saw one of the most extraordinary
things of my young life: it was Santa’s Sleigh! A big grin spread across my face as I saw it swoop and dip in the sky, the team of Reindeer
prancing on air. As quickly as my excitement mounted, Santa, his Sleigh, and all the Reindeer flashed into the distance, becoming a speck before
disappearing completely. I could still hear the bells ringing and jolly laughter fading into the distance.
It was early yet, after daylight, but too early for me to be up. Still, it was Christmas, and Santa had just left my house. I went first to the tree
and checked out all the goodies just moments before acquired. A 5-year old just doesn’t know how to contain both pleasure and excitement while
remaining quiet, so it was only a matter of minutes before my parents joined me in the living room and appropriately ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ over
my new-found riches. I remember excitedly telling them about seeing Santa, and wondering why they weren’t as excited as I.
Well, as the years have come and gone, I realize why they might not have been so thrilled; still, that event is one of my strongest early memories.
It’s my first of Christmas and I can still hear the jingling bells and jolly laughter. I can still see the Reindeer rushing away across the sky. I
can still feel the cold from the window against my cheek.
And yet – now – I know it was a child’s imagination, an expression of a wonderfully complex and capable human mind. The mind is capable of so
I still think of that morning, almost exclusively around this time of year for some reason, and I wonder . . . I wonder what if I had seen a flying
disc, or perhaps one just at the edge of the woods behind the house. What if, instead of Santa, I had seen 2 or 3 short, spindly, grey figures with
over-sized heads and large, slanted eyes? Would I now realize that it was a child’s imagination and wishful thinking, or would I still believe I
had an alien encounter at an early age?
And I also wonder just how many others have experienced the same thing I did that morning so long ago – but how many saw a disc and grey beings on
their equivalent morning instead of Santa?
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