From chance encounters down at the shops to thrilling last-minute home visits, these amazing experiences from Reader’s Digest readers will make you believe in the spirit of Christmas.
Saucy Santa
I was five when my brother took me to the firehouse to see Santa Claus, who, unbeknownst to me then, was actually my father.
Later, when I got home, I excitedly told my mother that Santa had boots just like Dad’s!
She smiled. Then I added, “And he had lots of women come sit on his lap too.”
There went the smile. – Dianna Reed
Just being neighbourly
We immigrated to America from China when I was six. Because I was shy and didn’t speak English, I had few friends. My days were spent at home with my brother. Sometimes we’d help our neighbour Mr. Mueller pull weeds.
One Christmas Day, there was a knock at the door. Grandma opened it, and there stood a big fellow in red with a snow-white beard, laughing, “Ho, ho, ho!”
He handed out presents and made us laugh. I had so much fun.
It was years later when I learned that our special Santa was our neighbour Mr. Mueller. – Joanne Tang
Scary Santa?
It was Christmas Eve, and our three-year-old son was wired. “You need to go to bed right away,” my husband told him, “because Santa will look in your window to make sure you’re asleep before he leaves presents.”
Suddenly, our son’s eyes grew big, and his voice quavered as he shrieked, “I don’t want the big, scary man with the beard looking in my window!”
Needless to say, we were up very, very late that Christmas Eve with our son in bed between us. – Michelle Rodenburg