Every child dreams of catching Santa in the act of delivering presents or sneaking just a glimpse of his sleigh and reindeer. Well, I never did catch jolly ol’ St. Nick unpacking his bundle, but I came very close to seeing Rudolph.
I guess I must have been about five years-old. It was Christmas Eve and my sister Donna (who was about 10) and I were settling down for a restless night of being way too excited to sleep.
When I get excited, I talk…A LOT. I think Donna was just about at the end of her patience when she said, “Timmy, look out the window quick! There’s Rudolph’s nose. You had better get to sleep because Santa is almost here.”
I looked out the window and she was right! Off in the distance there was distinctive red light flashing in the night sky. It couldn’t have been more than a few miles off.
Quickly, I rolled over and tried to go to sleep. I must have been successful because I don’t remember too much after that.
The next morning, I was thrilled to see all that Santa had brought. Whew! We almost blew that one.
I went back into the back bedroom one night a few months later and saw that blinking red light again. Was Rudolph making a return trip out of season? I was puzzled. Sometime later, I concluded that the light may have been the warning beacon on the radio station’s tower, but who can be sure?