I remember when I was little about 6 or 7 my brother and I were trying to go to sleep on Christmas Eve. We must have slept in the same bedroom - all at once we heard sleigh bells outside - we both though it must be santa coming, we have to go to sleep quick. Later on when we were older my mother told us it was our father and some of his friends. They had a few drinks and decided to go around all the houses with children and ring the sleigh bells. I truly thought it was santa coming.
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