Early Christmas, Part 1


October 07, 2012 » Written under blogging, Carina Press, Contest, Give away

It’s a little under a month to my next release, a novella ebook titled No Mistletoe Required. You can probably guess, it’s based around the Christmas season. (Shocker, no?) Since this is the season of giving, I’ll give you all two chances to win an ARC (Advance Reader Copy) of this book! (Comes in PDF format.)

I’ll choose two winners for a copy of the book. They might both come from today’s post, or tomorrow’s post. Answer both days’ questions and you’re entered twice for a chance. Answer one, you’re entered for one. Answer none and, well, you’re just being silly. Winners will be notified Tuesday, October 9th.

Today’s question: Do you have a memorable experience with Santa Claus? Either playing the guy, watching your kids meet him, you as a child, anything!

When I was about six or so, right as kids started to no longer believe, Santa paid us a visit on Christmas morning. Sure, he walked through the front door, but I was told he had arthritic knees and took the easy way when he could. Being six, I totally bought it. I also bought it because, unlike my dad “mysteriously” disappearing while Santa showed up, Dad was sitting right next to me. So it wasn’t him, and it wasn’t Mom. And we lived nowhere near family, so no uncles or grandparents. Santa handed me a Care Bear, and I loved that thing.

Turns out, it was a neighbor. And later in the morning, Dad disappeared to play Santa for HIS kids. So that’s where that came into play. But man, I believed in Santa for way longer than others in my class did, because I could say “It wasn’t my dad…it was real!” Great memory, and the awe in my face in those photos is priceless.

I’ll leave you with an excerpt from the book…

He cupped her face in his hands, felt the tension vibrating her entire body, and took a chance by leaning down to press a soft, quick kiss to her lips. “Calm down. I don’t know where he is, but until he gets here, I’ll fill in. What did you have him doing? Carrying? Lifting? Organizing?”

She bounced on the balls of her feet, and he recognized adrenaline when he saw it. “You will? Seriously? You’ll fill in?”

How the hell could he possibly say no to that? “Yeah, of course.” It was then he realized she was wearing the most odd combination of clothing he’d seen her in. More odd than her misshapen, oversized sweatshirts. She wore a tank top, even though the air in the rec room was cool, a pair of gym shorts, running shoes, and red and white striped tube socks reaching up to her knees that vaguely resembled candy canes. “What’s with the outfit?”

She glanced down a moment, as if she didn’t even remember what she was wearing and had to check. Poor thing. “Oh. Part of my costume. I’m not done yet obviously. Not getting dressed until the last minute so I don’t mess up the costume.”

“Ah.” He should have known she would have been right in the thick of things as far as costumes. “And who are you, head elf?”

She laughed. “No, nothing quite like that. I’m actually Mrs. Claus.”

He could see her in the role easily. Then, when her smile only grew, he had a feeling in his gut that he should have run when he had the chance. Cautiously, he asked, “What exactly was Geoff signed up to do, again?”

She broke into a full out grin. “Santa Claus.”

Make sure to answer the question in the comments section! Off you go, little elves!

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11 Comments

  1. Misty H

    October 7th, 2012 - 11:19 am

    I don’t have very many real memories of Santa except for finding out he didn’t exist! My younger brother had found the gift stash and of course had to show me where it was. Needless to see we were found out and that year Christmas came early.


  2. Michelle Mazuros

    October 7th, 2012 - 11:25 am

    I was born and raised in the Republic of Panama, so the concept of a “Mall Santa,” was foreign to me. One year we were visiting my Grandma, in the U.S., and she took us to the mall. We saw the line of kids and wanted to know what the fuss was about. So, we got in line and found out that we would get to meet Santa.

    By the time we got to the front of the line, I was ready to be gone. I must have been around 8 or 9, and didn’t really believe in Santa. But, if the guy wanted to hang out in a mall, who was I to object.

    I got to the front of the line and was summoned by a pimply-faced elf to step forward and sit on Santa’s lap. At the top of my lungs, I yelled, “Mom, that kid wants me to sit on the old man in the smelly costume’s lap! He smells like pee!”

    My mother quickly escorted me off the premises and that was my last excursion to meet Santa.


  3. Amanda

    October 7th, 2012 - 11:48 am

    I never got to see Santa myself as a kid. But my daughter and step son have! For the first 4 years my daughter was so scared to go up to him and get a picture taken. Her brother would go with but the crying and the look on her face in the pictures is so priceless!!!!! It fun to go back and look at them:)


  4. Jackie

    October 7th, 2012 - 11:54 am

    I very fondly remember helping my parents play Santa for my little sister (she’s 10 years younger than me). I got to fill candy in stockings, eat the cookies, and arrange the presents under the tree. Honestly it felt more magical to be on that side than on the believer side as a kid!


  5. Jamie Gamber

    October 7th, 2012 - 11:56 am

    I actually have 3 memories of Santa. 2 are mine and the 3rd is with my oldest daughter.

    The 1st one, I was about 7 or 8. I had gone snooping through my mothers room, trying to find the presents. Well, I found them, and proceeded to carefully unwrap the end of each of them to see what they were. Curiosity satisfied, I just as carefully tee rapped them. Fast forward to Christmas morning – there were all the presents under the tree. However, not a single one of those presents were in the same wrapping of the ones that I had opened, and not a single one was one I had already peeked at. In fact, nothing that I had already seen was under that tree at all! I found out several years later that while my 7 year old self had thought I was being very careful at unwrapping and reselling that 1st group of presents, it was more than obvious to an adult that I was far from proficient at hiding the evidence…lol. My mother took every single one of those gifts back and got different ones to take their place. How she managed to not kill me I have yet to figure out.

    The 2nd run in with Santa was around age 10 or 11. My mom and I went to bed after hanging up the stockings and leaving out cookies for Santa. When we got up in the morning, my stocking was no where to be found. We searched everywhere with no luck. Later that morning we went to my Grandparents house, about an hour away. I was the 1st one in the door, and there on the couch was my stocking, filled to overflowing! Now I wad a bit stumped on that one. Santa had to be real because there wasn’t anyway that my mother could have waited until I fell asleep to run it over to my Grandparents house. It was just her and me in our house, and she wouldn’t have left me alone for the 2 hours or so that the trip would have required. Again, years later I discovered that she had bought and decorated 2 stockings identically, stashing the full one at my Grandparents house. She had saved both of them and as we were packing to move to our new place about 7 years later, she handed them both to me…lol. She really was sneaky at times. I still have 1 of them actually.

    My last memory involves my now 15 yr old daughter. St her 1st Christmas, she was about 2 weeks from turning 1. I took her to the mall along with my 2 sisters-in-law. When it was our turn, I took her up there and put her on his lap. She took one look at him and screamed blue bloody murder! The only way she would stop crying long enough to get the photo was for Mommy to sit on the other side of his lap while she held on the the 2 lollipops the elf gave her, one in each little hand…lol. The resulting photo was hysterical.


  6. Sharon L.

    October 7th, 2012 - 1:08 pm

    Last year at Christmas time my son was just over two and my daughter not quite two months when we visited Santa. My daughter of course didn’t care who was holding her and was adorable in her little red velvet outfit. Of course my son wanted nothing to do with Santa. We ended up having to have him stand next to Santa while Dad held his hand. So now in our Santa picture there is this man hand in the corner
    .


  7. Missy

    October 7th, 2012 - 1:46 pm

    I do not have any children myself but we had a christmas party at my Dads about 22 years ago, his neighbor offered to play Santa. So Santa came knocking on the front door, one of my nieces who was about 7 at the time answered the door and the look on her face was priceless ~ she could not believe that Santa came to Pap-Pap’s party! All the kids got to sit on his lap, have their picture taken and received a gift.


  8. Mary

    October 7th, 2012 - 1:57 pm

    Last year was the first year my daughter was excited to see Santa. We were the only people there and once she got on his lap, she refused to leave! We took pics, gave her wish list, etc. And when it was time to leave she yelled no! She cried when we had to pry her off his lap! The year before she cried hysterically at just the sight of him at the mall. She has asked about him allllll year long since seeing him.


  9. Kim

    October 7th, 2012 - 2:51 pm

    Funny, now…
    My almost three year old who wasn’t completely potty trained, getting scared and peeing on Santa’s leg.


  10. Emily R

    October 7th, 2012 - 3:00 pm

    I remember once when I was little Santa actually came to our front door late after church on Christmas Eve. I was so excited to see him at my door.


  11. Carrie

    October 7th, 2012 - 3:14 pm

    One December, when I was 15, my friend Amanda and I were at the mall and we decided it would be awesome to sit on Santa’s lap and get our picture taken. I guess we were feeling kind of nostalgic for childhood, because 15 is kind of a weird, in-between age. The Santa at that mall seemed like a bit of a creeper, but we went anyway. When we got our picture back from the elf, you could see in the photo that Santa was very clearly looking at my breasts. Amanda and I were both well-developed, but we were also completely covered up. I felt a bit violated, and ever since then I’ve been very wary of Santa in general. I know it’s silly to let one creepy old man in a mall ruin Santa for me, but now I see him as a jolly old elf with ulterior motives.

    Not a heartwarming story…but you didn’t say it had to be happy!




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