Mama Kat has challenged us this week with a prompt:
If you could relive any moment in your life…
When Grandma came to visit, she stayed in my bedroom because I didn’t sleep in there anyhow. To my brother’s embarrassment, I slept with him until he grew too old, had enough, and kicked me out.
One Christmas Eve, I left my brother’s bed in the middle of the night. I crawled into my own bed, with Grandma.
Grandma was not like other Grandma’s I knew, and I wanted more of her. She was beautiful, ladylike, wore sparkly jewels, hummed to herself almost all day, had boundless energy, smelled good, and took me to exciting places like New York and San Francisco.
Grandma always made this little “pooh” puff-of-air-sound when she slept. It made me giggle.
As I giggled, Grandma started to wake.
“Grandma,” I whispered.
“Kristy,” she said with a smile and held me close. “Has Santa come?” she asked.
“No, it’s the middle of the night!” I whispered excitedly.
“Oh, well, we better get to sleep then so that Santa can come,” my grandma urged.
“Yes,” I said and snuggled against her warm body, waiting to hear the “pooh” sound from my grandma’s lips.
Moments passed. I was a little startled when my grandma said, “Do you hear that?” she asked.
I thought she was falling asleep.
“No,” I said, “What?”
“Listen. Listen close. I think I hear reindeer hooves on the roof,” she said.
Grandma continued, “There! Right there – did you hear it that time?”
I was straining my ears. I couldn’t believe it! Was Grandma serious? I wasn’t even sure if Santa really existed, but maybe…
“Yes! I hear it,” I almost shouted, “I hear the little sounds of hooves, Grandma!”
“Keep listening. You may be able to hear the jingle of bells soon,” my grandma suggested.
Amazing what you can make yourself hear if you want to. Amazing what you can make yourself believe if you want to.
I swore I heard the hooves on the roof that night and the jingle of bells. For many years, I would think back on that, holding onto a childhood’s dream of Santa. Remembering a night, close to my grandma, that only she and I shared.
A moment of magic.