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November 10, 2006
The Little Girl Who Santa Forgot
Or so I thought...
Way back in the depths of time (and I'm not going to say how far back), when I was four years old, we moved to a new house.
And while my parents were worrying about trivial stuff like whether the mail would be forwarded, and whether the electricity would be connected, and whether anything would get broken during the move, I was worrying about the important things in life...
"How will Santa know where to find me?" I asked my mother, anxiously.
"Sweetheart, you know how Santa's elves are watching all of the time to see who is naughty and who is nice? Well, those same elves will tell Santa where you live now," my mother replied.
That seemed perfectly reasonable to me.
So on Christmas Eve I left a glass of sherry by the fireplace for Santa, and some carrots for the reindeer. And then I placed my empty pillowcase at the end of my bed, and tried to stay awake so that I would actually see Santa while he was putting my presents into the pillowcase. Of course, I fell asleep.
Christmas Day dawned. Well, dawn hadn't actually arrived, but there was a lot of moonlight coming in through my bedroom window. Enough for me to see that there was no bulging pillowcase at the end of my bed.
Santa had obviously forgotten me!
I was distraught, I was inconsolable, what had I done that was so bad? I bawled my little heart out. About five seconds later my anxious parents arrived on the scene. And switched on the light.
"Santa forgot me," I sobbed.
But I hadn't been forgotten at all, it was just that Santa put the pillowcase on the floor instead of back on my bed.
The next year, when I wrote my letter to Santa, my mother suggested that I ask Santa to put all of the presents under the Christmas tree, instead of at the end of my bed...
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Posted by Michelle at 8:41 AM | Comments (5)
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This is a very big deal in our house, since we move so much. We had to convince the kids early on that Santa never, ever loses a child.
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at November 10, 2006 12:47 PM
We had one year where we had Christmas Eve at Cowboy's mother's house, Christmas morning at Cowboy's house, Christmas Day at my sister's and then finally back to our house where there was one more present from Santa waiting.
Thing Two was sooooo impressed that Santa knew not just one place he'd be, but ALL the places he'd be.
LC Eileen
Posted by: Eileen at November 10, 2006 12:51 PM
My mother didn't think Santa should get all the credit - so in our house Santa only filled stockings, the tree presents were handled by relatives - who would of course know where we were.
Posted by: RandomRanter at November 10, 2006 1:14 PM
Oh, Michelle, that's terrible!
Once, in Chicago, there was a terrific lightning/sleet storm on Christmas Eve and since the airports closed, I was convinced that Santa wouldn't be able to make it through, either.
I cried myself to sleep that night!
Posted by: Beth at November 10, 2006 2:28 PM
I want to spend next the next holiday season with Eileen (I'll bring the festive punch!)
And hugs, Beth. Santa always seems to make it whatever our location, whatever the weather ;-)
Posted by: Michelle C at November 11, 2006 11:19 AM
