playing successfully with their treasures, Dad often stretched out on the carpet amid the wrappings and basked in the glory of providing such happiness to all. His work was done for another year
Up on the Housetops
One of my favorite memories was the Christmas night I heard the sleigh bells of Santa up on the roof. I was still awake and Mom told me I better hurry up and get to bed because Santa would just pass on by unless everyone was asleep. I can just see Dad up there on the roof stomping in the snow, freezing in the cold, ringing those bells, just to make Christmas more magical. Later, Dad gave each of us girls a strand of the real sleigh bells he had kept for years so we could pass on the magical tradition of sleigh bells ringing on Christmas Eve with our own kids.
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