|1963 I took my niece & nephew to see Santa|
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This seems a good time to talk about our memories of Santa. Were you one of the lucky ones who went to a mall or department store and sat on Santa's knee? I made sure my children and even some of my nieces and nephews got to do that.
But I never experienced that Santa. I had drunk Santa. Yep. When I was little, Christmas Eve was pretty exciting, and before bed Santa would show up at our front door. He smelled of liquor and was always red-faced. He laughed a lot and stumbled around our living room before sitting down to join my dad for a few drinks.
I don't remember him saying much to me but I think he did ask what I wanted for Christmas. He'd stay a long time drinking and laughing with my dad, then off he'd go stumbling through the snow to the next house on our street. Many years later I found out it was Mr. Hart, our next-door neighbour playing the part of Santa.