It all started when I was old enough to figure out that I was the only kid in school that got to see Santa Claus on Christmas Eve night. My great grandparents had started a tradition many years ago back in North Dakota that was carried on by my grandparents when I was growing up here in Washington state. We celebrated on Christmas Eve with a traditional Polish dinner and after the dishes were done, Santa would arrive to hand out presents to all. Even when I was old enough to know that it was Uncle Tom in the suit, for that 30 or 40 minutes that Santa was on the scene, it was the real Santa to me. Now I know why I was born in to a family with such a great tradition. It has now been carried down to my children. And when my daughter asks to watch the Polar Express in the middle of the summer or sings Jingle Bells in the bath tub, I thank God for that tradition. For Me - The sleighbell still rings loud. I invite you to visit my website at SantaClausNorthwest
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