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To my surprise, my dad went to meet Santa

It was around 1957, a dark wintry Christmas Eve, when my father announced that he was leaving to meet none other than the big man himself—Santa Claus.

Santa had never made an appearance at my house, other than in the dead of night, when lights were out and everyone was asleep. And as far as I knew, my dad had never had a face-to-face meeting with him.

“And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed.

And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.

And all went to be taxed, everyone into his own city.

And Joseph also went up from Gaililee out of the city of Nazareth, into Judea, unto the city of David which is called Bethlehem; (because he was o fthe house and lineage of David.)

To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child

Nuts, fruits and love

You recently ask readers to submit their favorite Christmas memory. Wow, it makes you stop and think about Christmas past and what is important in your life today compared to what one might have thought was so important all those years ago as a child. Since my parents have passed away, I look back at so many things with fond memories.

Things are different now and you know what really matters. My mom stayed home with us kids, five to be exact and our dad worked at the Kentucky Department of Highway. We always looked forward to Christmas, as I am sure every kid did and still does today.