Magic Boots

One of my best holiday memories was when I was about five and it was Christmas Eve. I still believed in Santa Claus, who may or may not be real according to Mason. Ever since I could remember I have had difficulty sleeping on Christmas Eve, for whatever reason I always stayed up until at least 1:00 in the morning. I was really excited on that particular Christmas because the new Barbie dream house had just came out and the mall Santa had promised he would get it for me. It’s common knowledge that Santa will only come if you are sleeping, so I had to utilize all my abilities to try and fall asleep. For some reason I was 100 percent convinced that making snow angels in my bed was the way to do it. This could be described as a flawed strategy. So I decided if I pretended to sleep I could trick him.

            About an hour later I had to go to the bathroom. I had the difficult decision of deciding to go or not, because what if Santa was right in my living room. He could’ve seen me then got mad because I tricked him. Then he would give me coal. I had to tough it out. A half an hour after that I had to go. I chose to risk it. I peeked under the door, nothing was moving. I just saw the colorful Christmas lights on our tree. I slowly opened the door, and peeked out. Besides the lights it was very dark. I could hear my parents up stairs slowly shifting around. I ran to the bathroom. I heard footsteps, coming and leaving. I tried to sneak back to my room, but when I opened the door there was Santa’s boots. I sprinted back to my room jumped in my bed and fell asleep instantly.  In the morning the boots were gone.

Back then I was convinced I had just witnessed Santa Claus. Looking back on it I now realize that my dad put his own boots by the bathrooms door, to make me go to bed. I always did think it was strange how my dad and Santa had the same boots.