....it was snowing heavily on Christmas eve in northern Indiana. My dad kept repeating all that evening that he didn't know if Santa was going to be able to get through the snow and wind that night. So we went to bed that night not knowing if there would be any gifts under the tree the next morning.
Sometime that night (the actual time isn't remembered but I remember it was very dark and no other creature was stirring in the house) I got out of bed and quietly made my way to the living room. There, under the Christmas tree, was a pile of wrapped presents! I went to my parent's room, went to my dad's side of the bed. I remember gently nudging his arm and whispering, "Dad, Santa made it!" I then made my way back to bed and was able to get back to sleep with the knowledge that we were going to be able to open gifts later that morning.
My parents live with us now. They are in their mid 90's and love repeating that story every Christmas with our children and our grandchildren!
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