One year when I was about 1st grade, my parents made arrangements for my older cousin to dress up as Santa one night about a week before Christmas. The plan was for him to come to our living room window and knock on it, ho ho hoing. After he got our attention, he was to drop some bags of candies and goodies on the ground below the window. We kids would want to run out and pick up the goodies, of course. But Mom would make sure we put on coats, boots, gloves, scarves and hats before we stepped out the door. During the time that was going to take to get 5 kids assembled to go out, Trigger would make his way down the road waving at us. When he got out of our sight, my dad was going to be there to pick him up and drive him home. And of course, by then, we could go outside to get the loot.
So everything went according to plan. EXCEPT that no one thought about the fact that 3 houses away from us there was a family with 4 kids. Who all just happened to notice Santa walking down the road. Of course, he couldn't get in the car at that point. Nor could he get in at the end of another 1/2 block because there lived a family with 9 kids who all saw him. And on an don it went. He ended up walking about 8 blocks down the road before he could finally get in the car with my dad.
I don't know if I can say this is my FAVORITE Christmas memory. But it sure is one of the ones I treasure
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