Holiday Memories: Alisyne shares her story

Eat those carrots Mom and Dad!

I don’t remember exactly how old I was – maybe 7 or 8, but I was having my doubts about the big jolly fat man. I asked my brother who was five years older than me and he was very sweet telling me that of course there was a Santa. But, I just wasn’t so sure. I was the youngest of three and the only girl and felt an obligation to keep believing to please my parents. If I no longer believed would they be sad that this tradition had left their house for good? So, I didn’t want to ask them or even let them know I wasn’t so sure about Santa.

I being the smart and crafty person I am decided to find a way to know if there was a Santa bringing gifts to my house or just my parents. I always left out cookies and milk for Santa and carrots for the reindeer. I knew my parents would most likely eat the milk and cookies but there was no way they were eating these huge unpeeled carrots. So, I counted the number of carrots in the bag in the refrigerator and then put out a few for the reindeer. Christmas morning as soon as I got the chance I went back in the fridge and counted the number of carrots again and alas the carrots had been put back. I had my answer, but kept pretending to believe for years. So, note to parents out there – eat your carrots!

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  1. Posted December 22, 2010 at 2:08 am | Permalink

    Adorable! I so love this story. Lucky for us, Liam put out baby carrots tonight. 🙂

    Merry Christmas.

    (It’s Christmas Eve in our house tonight, very exciting.)

  2. Posted December 22, 2010 at 2:40 pm | Permalink

    With a curious and too-smart-for-her-own-good 6 year old questioning Santa this year *sigh* this is one of the best pieces of advice I could’ve received right now. Thanks for sharing, Alisyne!!

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