- My dad,
he couldn't wait until Christmas day
for Christmas presents to be delivered.
He said a couple of times that
since we lived in, kind of, the northern part of the world,
in Wisconsin,
that this was one of Santa's first stops.
So...
we could never see Santa, but mother and dad were allowed to.
So my brother and I would go upstairs and
go in the bedroom and close the door.
There'd be a knock on the door or
the doorbell would ring and they'd say, "Oh hello Santa."
And he'd come in and there'd be shuffling around and stuff.
After a while, then he'd say, "Ho, ho ho" and he'd leave.
And then they'd call us to come down.
I don't think my brother and I ever looked out the window
to see if there was a sleigh or anything.
We were just ready to get downstairs and
see what he had left.
That story about Santa coming to Wisconsin early and
having presents available Christmas Eve
was fine for a while,
but I finally talked to a neighbor
that lived down the street.
And he said,
"Well, I don't know why
I had to wait until Christmas morning to get my presents."
[chuckles]