
12/24/09, 09:11 PM
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Join Date: Jan 2008
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In 1966 I also saw Santa!! I was 3 and at my Nannie's house in Enid, OK. (Coincidence, OCB, I think not!) They wanted me to go to bed so Santa could come, and as I walked through the living room I heard bells ringing, saw a flash of red and white, saw the front door open and felt the cold blast of winter air. I yelled for my mother and she came to see, but didn't believe me. There were more presents under the tree, the stockings were full and when I cried and insisted she opened the front door for both of us to see BOOT PRINTS. No sled tracks, but there were men's boot prints out there in the snow.
To this day I believe in Santa because I SAW him. Seriously, this rates among the few things in my life I can't explain. He was THERE.
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