Memories come and memories go, but the one memory that stands out in my mind the most, was when my brother and I were very young. Harry was about four and I was seven going on hundred. It all started when we were coming back from doing some late night Christmas shopping in Jackson, and on the way home my dad claimed to see Santa and his sleigh. "We had better get home fast because Santa was on his way and we wouldn't want to miss him," Dad said to us. I told him I couldn't see the sleigh anywhere up there. He then replied to me that he couldn't see the sleigh either. I asked how he knew Santa was up there. He explained to us that he could see Rudolph's nose and for some reason after he had said that I could see it, and right there, to my amazement, right above me Rudolph's nose shown glowing bright red in the crisp dark sky. My little brother tried franticly to see Rudolph's nose glowing, ramming his face from window to window trying to see it, and just when Harry was almost in tears my dad showed him where to look. Sure enough Harry saw it too.
After we pulled into the driveway, Harry and I ran as fast as we could into the house thinking Santa was on his way, but there was a Christmas special on TV. Dad told us to go to bed because Santa would be here soon, but we begged him to let us stay up because of the movie on TV. My dad being the softy that he is gave in and let us stay up to watch the movie but to our surprise as the movie ended we heard a sound on top of the roof, it was the sound of some one walking on the roof. "Get to bed get to bed," I yell to my brother. You couldn't get any thing by me and Harry We knew all to well who was up there. That was Santa on our roof and then I thought if we are still awake when he comes down the chimney, he is going to give us a big lump of coal. I tried to rush my brother to bed, but before we could get into bed, we hear a loud crash.