When my
sister and I were grade school, we decided to camp out in front of the fireplace in the living room, on Christmas Eve. Surely this would provide the best vantage point for any Santa sighting. In the middle of the night, my older sister woke up to go the bathroom.
As she stood in the hallway, she saw a thin, youngish man closing the chimney flue. This was recounted to me in breathless detail the next morning.
sister and I were grade school, we decided to camp out in front of the fireplace in the living room, on Christmas Eve. Surely this would provide the best vantage point for any Santa sighting. In the middle of the night, my older sister woke up to go the bathroom.As she stood in the hallway, she saw a thin, youngish man closing the chimney flue. This was recounted to me in breathless detail the next morning.
Surely I was the only grade schooler with a extreme athlete, double-century (e.g. 200 mile) bike-riding father trying to play into his children's belief in Santa.
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