People Tell Childhood Stories About Santa Claus

I’m 27 years old. I am 25 years old. I’m 30 years old, and I still believe in Santa.

The one thing that proved it beyond a doubt for me there was– I lived in a spot with a lot of snow. I have a very big yard. And I remember one Christmas, we woke up. And I don’t know why we went outside. But we had to go outside for something. In the middle of my yard was a giant sleigh track. And in front of that, reindeer hoofprints. And, like, three feet away from any direction whatsoever. So you had to like fly into the middle of it. The only explanation is flying into the middle of my yard, and landing.

Obviously, we would do the malls… Santa Claus… We would go and we would tell Santa what we wanted for Christmas. And there was one time when Santa called my dad by name. And he said, “Chris, good to see ya.” And we were all like, “Dad, how did he know your name?!” And he was like, “The magic of Christmas. He remembers.”

When I was a kid, I was really anxious. I was awake to wait for Santa Claus. So I went downstairs to check the Christmas tree, and it was nothing. So what I did next, I went upstairs, I went back to my bed. And I was like, okay, I need to go back to sleep, but of course, as a kid, I couldn’t. So I went like 15 or 20 minutes, like, really, really trying. Like, okay, you know what, I’m gonna check again. Twenty minutes later, of course. I went downstairs, and right in there there was a bike and some video games and some stuff for my sisters, and it was the whole couch– and down the Christmas tree was full of presents. I’m like, how did that happen?

When I was a kid, we did everything we could to always catch or find Santa. And when we did try to stay up and we did try to catch Santa, every time without fail we’d always fall asleep. And when I woke myself up, because I’d miss him again, I would hear sleigh bells outside my window.

When my brother and I were really little, we were fighting like cats and dogs. This was right before Christmas time. And I don’t remember what we were fighting about, but we were just relentless, going at it. And my dad finally said, “That’s it! I’m calling Santa!” And so he went to the phone on the wall in the kitchen, grabbed it, just dialed it up and he goes, “Santa? This is Randy Gordon here. I have two misbehaved children that I need you to speak with.” And my brother and I– jaws dropped. Speechless. Could not even believe that Dad got Santa on the phone that quickly. He passed the phone to me. And I was probably five years old, scared little five-year-old, talking on the phone with Santa. And he’s telling me I have to behave. We were angels the rest of the year.

So I wake up in the morning. And I would legit see, like, muddy footprints. All throughout the floor. And they were like these big footprints. They had, like, some chunks of dirt. Like, an actual boot imprint. So that’s how I knew Santa was there. And I still believe that the reindeer landed on the roof. And sometimes I would see actual prints, like, hoofprints in the house as well. So I was always a little weirded out. There’s a giant animal in my living room.

Santa’s definitely real. He’s a spirit that brings joy, and can be embodied in everyone and anyone. Santa is what compels you to want to spend time with family, to want to give back to the community, to want to be and share your life with people that you love.


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