UP ON THE ROOFTOP
Being at school before the Christmas holiday was always so magical; the songs, the crafts, the holiday themed worksheets and bulletin boards. It just blew my mind and jazzed my imagination to a point where reality and wishful thinking merged into a North Pole dream world. In my kindergarten year on the day before Christmas break, Santa came into each classroom and handed each child a candy cane. He was jolly and sparkling with magic. I could hear the reindeer hooves on the roof of my classroom. I knew his sleigh was up there and his reindeer were there too, waiting to fly him back to the North Pole so he could make his final Christmas preparations.
I walked home from school that day, clutching my peppermint gift from Santa in my mitten covered hand. I couldn’t wait to tell my mom and dad about my magical day at school. By the time I walked through the front door of my house, the story just busted out of my lips This is basically the story I told my mom, “Santa came to my school in his sleigh. All the kids got to go up on the roof to pet his reindeer. Santa let some of the kids give carrots to his reindeer. I got chosen to give Rudolph a carrot. Santa was so impressed with how good I was with the reindeer that he gave me this candy cane and told me he’d be bringing me a really special present for Christmas.” My mom said something like, “Wow, that’s a great story.”
I unwrapped the candy cane and ate it. I was thinking about my encounter with Santa as peppermint saliva coated my throat and brought back even more memories about my day at school. By the time my dad got home, I remembered that Santa had let the kids ride around the sky in his sleigh. My dad listened to the story then asked me to tell the REAL story. So I said, “I could even see our neighborhood from the sleigh.” My dad gave me one more chance to tell the REAL story or I would have to go to my room and I’d forfeit dinner. I didn’t know what he was getting at. I thought my story was pretty good, but I added another part, “Santa unhitched Rudolph from the sleigh and I got to fly back to school on Ruldolph’s back.” Dad just shook his head, pointed to the staircase and said, “Go to your room! No dinner!”
I can still remember sitting in my room wondering why my dad was so mad about the story. I knew I was making it up, but I wanted it to be real, so much, that it seemed real. And to a little kid, it was a plausible story. Years later, my dad confessed that my imagination infuriated him because it reminded him of himself as a child. Apparently, he also made up stories and got in trouble for it. Because of this incident, when it comes to kids and stories, I am always willing to let their imagination tell the story. When the story is over, I say, “Wow, that’s a great story.”
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