Well my favorite holiday memory is a special day, Christmas day, very long time ago. Funny, shocking but still it was the great when I look behind and see how it was...
I think it`s my first Christmas that I really remember when I was young.
Every year, when Santa came I used to say some poetry or story, like all of us used to do. Right?
Everytime when Santa arrived i wore a sweater. And everytime i was telling the story I began rolling up my sweater, little by little until i had the sweater all tied up under my neck.
But in that night, I was so excited and afraid that Santa might not like my story and he`ll not give me my presents...
I believe it was time for me to find out what my father`s neighbour was doing every year when Santa came. Somehow during the story and my sweater “roll-up” I was looking at his shoes. I didn`t realize at that moment that every winter I saw that shoes somewhere. I was focused on the story but I couldn`t take my eyes from those shoes. Everybody was so silent in that room. Only the Santa was HO-HO-HO all the time and he was trying to keep me from telling my story.
After some minutes, I was about to finish, when Santa told me to look at him and then, he grabbed me by the sweater, probably to have me sitting down on his knee. I don`t know why, maybe I got scared or something but the next thing i know - I pushed him off the chair. He was sitting near the Christmas tree and suddenly the tree with all the decoration was down on the floor, Santa`s feet up in the air and those shoes were still killing me. I jumped near him and pulled his beard and hat and I was in shock!! For real! It can`t be true!
I knew I saw those shoes somewhere. And that face. What did he do with Santa?
I was so freaked out when I saw that my neighbour stole Santa`s costume that I freezed for couple of moments as I didn`t believe my eyes. Soon all people around me, laughing, told me the truth and i was so disappointed, i can`t even describe that feeling...
I was so upset you can`t even imagine, but still in that night, I got all my presents. Maybe for doing all the hard work when unmasking Santa. From that year I wish I could see those shoes again, the beard, the red costume…This was quite nice when some mistery was around the Christmas holiday…I miss those times. And this will stay in my heart forever, until something good and nice happens and add it to my favorites