Rudolph

Just one more little memory before I head off to bed and before the weekend gets crazy tomorrow with fun.  This one involves my own two kids.  Since the hubby's mother lived in Arkansas and my parents lived in Oklahoma, we established our holiday routines the first year we were married.  We would spend Thanksgiving at one parent's house and Christmas as the other.  Then the next year we would switch.  It worked up until 1994, the year of her death.  Miss her so much.

The kids were about 3 and 6 and were just getting ready for bed at Grandma Tucker's house on Christmas Eve.  They were so excited for this was the night Santa would visit.  We heard the most horrible screaming and running footsteps down the hall and into the living room.  What in the world????  You see they had seen Rudolph, they had really seen Rudolph!  They pulled on us until we got up to see what they had seen.  And sure enough Rudolph was up in the sky.  Yes, that stop light down the street really put those two little ones into the spirit.  At that point they could not wait until we had read "Twas the Night Before Christmas" and the story of Christ' birth so they could go to sleep.  They sure did not want Santa to catch them awake and he was really close, really close.  Night night my sweet little babies.  I love you all.