answered by Douglas Rose, Licensed Professional Counselor (2002-present)
It was Christmas Eve. I was in bed and the adults were up front cooking and talking. They had the TV on a program that was playing Christmas music with changing scenes of Holiday scenes. I was supposed to have been LONG asleep. Suddenly a song began that started with the sound of sleigh bells growing louder as if coming towards the house. I was about 5 or 6 I think. I thought it was Santa flying over and because I was not asleep, he was skipping me and I would not get any gifts. My mother said I SCREAMED like I was on fire and here I came running down the hall, crying almost hysterically. They had to sit me down and show me that the music was on the TV (and the song fortunately ended with the sound of the sleigh bells starting loudly and then fading off, as if Santa were flying away) and that I had not missed Santa but I was warned, as I was re-tucked into bed, that if I did not go on to sleep, I WOULD miss him and there would be no Christmas for anyone in the family. I went to sleep. Christmas came. Everyone got their gifts and was happy. It took YEARS for my mother and Aunt to stop laughing about this event. Dang story got told EVERY Christmas for years.