Wisconsin Life

My dad, he couldn't wait until Christmas day for Christmas presents to be delivered. He said a couple of times that since we lived in kind of the northern part of the world, in Wisconsin, that this was one of Santa's first stops. So... we could never see Santa, but mother and dad were allowed to. So my brother and I would go upstairs and go in the bedroom and close the door. There'd be a knock on the door or the doorbell would ring and they'd say, "Oh hello Santa." And he'd come in and there'd be shuffling around and stuff. After a while then he'd say, "Ho, ho ho" and he'd leave. And then they'd call us to come down. I don't think my brother and I ever looked out the window to see if there was a sleigh or anything. We were just ready to get downstairs and see what he had left. That story about Santa coming to Wisconsin early and having presents available Christmas Eve was fine for a while, but I finally talked to a neighbor that lived down the street. And he said, "Well, I don't know why I had to wait until Christmas morning to get my presents."

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