This IS my Christmas story and one of my most favorite memories of my son as a child. He's now 35 and he also loves hearing about this magic night. Merry Christmas to all of you and may the New Year bring love, health and happiness!! My Christmas Story When my son was about 5, we walked down the street to join a bunch of other kids to see Santa arrive in a big, red fire truck. This particular evening was one of those clear, bright and cold winter nights. The excitement was contagious; the kids were beside themselves with excitement. Finally, we heard the siren and there he was---Santa himself. Well, not really, and I had to explain that to Jordan since it was Christmas Eve and he already knew Santa was making his rounds. I managed to convince him that Santa had a LOT of helpers who stood in for him when he couldn't be there. That seemed to satisfy him and the candy and little truck he got sure didn't hurt!! As we started to walk back up the street, a shooting star zoomed across the sky. Jordan saw it and just KNEW it was Santa and his reindeer. He was beside himself with sheer joy and wonder, his eyes wide as could be with that pure happiness little kids still have. He kept watching; we even had to sit outside when we got home in the hopes we might see Santa one more time. Of course, there was no way that could happen, but it mattered not. Jordan saw Santa that night, his 5 year old self couldn't have been anymore excited and thrilled. It;s my most favorite Christmas story and I tell it every year. Now, at the ripe old age of 35, he still remembers that night and loves hearing about it. May your holiday be that magic and may you look up at the winter sky and see your own miracle!! December 24, 2014