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One Christmas eve when i was probably 5 or 6 we were driving home from the party at grandma's house in pretty heavy snow. The ol man knew we were all hyped up on sugar and the excitement of what tomorrow would bring. He knew he still had a bunch of wrapping and assembly to do.
And we'd be a challenge to put down. He says, "What's that!?- as he craned his neck looking up through the windshield. What? what we all asked as we crowded to the fogged up window on the Chevy wagon, "There- up there is that...? "
We looked up and faintly through the snow was a red light appearing and disappearing way up in the snowy sky. We gasped, "Rudolph!! its Rudolph's nose!" "Oh no" the ol man exclaimed, "That's near our house." the four of us went into a panic.
"What if he gets there and we aren't home?" "Dad, Dad hurry!!" He kicked up the speed and was drifting through turns on the snowy roads with us all imploring him to hurry, hurry and mom telling him "Slow down you're gonna get us all killed." and him grinning and egging us on.
At home we blasted through the door, grabbing each other to be 1st & ran to our rooms, stripped off our party clothes, put on jammies and literally leapt into our beds. My brother and I discussing whether we missed out on Santa's visit and nearly in tears at the thought that
we desperately pushed from our minds.
The next thing we knew it was morning and we all snuck down the stairs to the tree. There was never such a magnificent Christmas morning as that one as we all experienced the relief and amazement of the piles of packages waiting for us.
The next thing we knew it was morning and we all snuck down the stairs to the tree. There was never such a magnificent Christmas morning as that one as we all experienced the relief and amazement of the piles of packages waiting for us.
The story of dad successfully racing the red light on a radio tower to our house that year and saving Christmas was told dozens of times over the years and still comes up today. He was a fun Dad that guy.
