Remembering My Childhood “Christmas Eve”

Christmas is fast approaching. Many families practice different traditions in making this day memorable and special.

…some other cultures hang on Christmas Eve so that Santa Claus can fill it with small toys, candy, fruit, coins, or other small gifts when he arrives. These small items are often referred to as stocking stuffer or stocking fillers. In some Christmas stories, the contents of the Christmas Stocking are the only toys the child receives at Christmas from Santa Claus. Originally, children simply used one of their everyday socks, but eventually special Christmas stockings were created for this purpose. – Wikipedia

Inspired by Rachel’s blog entry Santa’s Meme. Reading this reminded me of the socks I used to hang by our window during Christmas Eve. Well, I’ve always believed that Santa Claus was real. My Christmas Eve was never complete without it. I was convinced that Santa Claus never failed to come home with his gifts. That the toys I had received were all from him. I even remember my mom telling me that I should write to him in advance and tell him my wishes. But in one condition, I should go to sleep early so that I’ll be able to get up at exactly 12 midnight, which I did… Since I’ve been a good girl and followed what I’ve been told to do, all the toys that I had wished for were there. There was even a letter from Santa kept in my sock that reads “you’ve been a good girl” sort of thing…

Until one Christmas Eve when I pretended I was sleeping. There, I saw my mom put something inside my sock and kept some toys underneath our tree. But I never questioned/asked her about it. I didn’t stop doing it until my mom told me…

“You’re a grown up now. Santa Claus will only give you a pack of coal”. I just laughed about it…

I don’t see any reason why we should break that practice. In fact, I would like to do the same thing with my daughter as how my mom made me believe that Santa Claus really exists.

What about you? Ever seen Santa Claus delivered gifts to your house?

Mitch Carvalho

I am a full-time home-based Marketing Manager by day, 24/7 Mom, and a Blogger/Content Creator in my spare time. Proud mom to 2 girls and 1 boy, Derelle, Erchelle, and Elric.

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4 thoughts on “Remembering My Childhood “Christmas Eve””

I guess I’ve always known that Santa is not real but that doesn’t mean I hated the idea. Actually I love it. The thought of a fat white bearded man that climbs chimneys and carries gifts is a wonderful idea.

My parents did not introduced me and sibs to Santa Claus. If we receive gifts during Christmas, we know it’s from them. But I remember one Christmas eve where my Ninong dressed in a Santa Claus costume went to our house delivering a gift for me and I was so happy.

It was just my mom… Kasi I’d not seen my cousins doing it. Ako lang ata nagsasabit ng medyas nun.

My daughter was 10 years old then and still believed in Santa. I think that was the last christmas that she believed in it. I can’t remember how she found out. In my case, it was my sister who told me that Santa Claus was really dad. I didn’t feel bad about it though.

I think I was also around that age when I found out.

The Santa Claus myth was unraveled, for me, on the very first Christmas I tried writing him. I got what I asked for, a watch. But when I read his letter, I recognized my Lola’s handwriting!! Ayun, patay na agad si Santa Claus. From then on, life couldn’t get any better. I knew that all I had to do was open my big mouth and ask for what I wanted and, if I was good, I’d get it. Hehehe 🙂

Worse nga sister ko..sumusulat kay Santa Clause pero iniipit niya sa coffee cup ng tatay ko. Alam niya kasi na yun ang isa pang Santa Clause sa buhay namin 🙂

BTW, I just finished doing your Birthday tag. Sorry sis kung natagalan ha 🙂

I never knew it was my mom who answered my letters to Santa, iba kasi ang sulat eh. Maybe somebody else from the family did it for her.

No prob…. Thanks!

Yup, my boncho kept putting up socks long after we asked her to stop. But sa tutuo lang … Yes, Virginia, everyone can be a Santa Claus!

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