As a kid, I believed in Santa like many. I was between five and eight when one year on Christmas eve, I was woken up by the sound of sleigh bells. I climbed out of bed and looked through a small window at the back of my bedroom. It was a high window near the ceiling and it gave a view of the sky above our backyard.
The moon was full and huge and sure enough, there flew Santa with his eight reindeer in a silhouette across the bright moon. I remember so clearly the profile of his hat, the sleigh, and the way his arms held the reins.
It was years before I realized I'd dreamt it, but I still love the memory of it and am so grateful I had that dream!
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