Life has been very busy lately, so I have not had much time to participate in the recent ActiveRain challenges/contests. But this month's challenge hosted by Anna Banana Kruchten and Carol Williams brings back some great holiday memories, so I am carving out time to participate in their challenge "Holiday Fun and Cheer December Challenge". This special memory below is my third entry in this challange
This particular memory is a Special Christmas Memories From My Childhood, and it also gives insight into my past. As many of you know I was born in the Azores, Portugal on a small island called Santa Maria. A Christmas tradition my parents had when we lived in Portugal was to wake me, my brother, and sisters up on mid-night Christmas Night. Mid-night on Christmas Night is when Santa Clause would come to our house, and my dad would play up his arrival.
The house we lived in had a slate roof, and the kitchen had a chimney over the stove, and pots & pans hung from the bottom of the chimney. My mother and father would make it a point of telling us that Santa would be delivery our presents at mid-night, but Santa would not come if we were not asleep. So we would make sure we went to bed early on Christmas Eve to make sure we had plenty of time to fall asleep.
At mid-night Christmas Night my mother would wake us up while my dad would go out side and throw rocks up on the roof. Then he would run inside to rattle all the pots & pans hanging from the chimney in the kitchen. Me, my brother, and sisters would jump from our beds and run to the kitchen to see if we could catch Santa. In fact one year I swore I had seen Santa's feet just before he made his way up the chimney.
This tradition of waking us up at mid-night continued when we came to the United States, but we did not have a chimney and lived on the third floor. So the throwing of rocks on the roof did not continue as well as all the noise with the pots & pans. But mid-night Christmas Night was still a very special time for us, and I would scold my brothers and sisters Christmas Eve night if they were not going to sleep. There was no way I wanted to take a chance on not getting my presents.
I wish I had continued this tradition with my two boys, but my wife and I did not. We followed the more traditional way of them waiting until Christmas Morning to open their presents. Christmas continues to still be a special day in the Souto household, but Christmas seem to have a little more excitement in the early years of my childhood.