MY SECRET...

I was 10 years old when Santa came to live with us.  My secret memory is that no one in my family knew that until I was 21 I was looking out the windows.  Let me explain...  my bedroom was at the 

front of the house where I could see people driving by to look at our decorations.  Each night after 

the family went to bed I stayed up for my nightly ritual.  I was a night owl.  I started with my bedroom window peeking out the side of my curtains.  Then I would go to Santa's window and sit on the platform where no one could see me.  The den was next because I could see the cars turning down the side street to view the decorations in the back yard,  some of which went up to the roof at the back of the house.  I did all of this before midnight when Mama got up to turn everything off.  

NOW YOU KNOW MY SECRET...