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My favorite holiday memory from childhood was Christmas Eve when I was around 6 years old. We just came back from mass when we heard a racket outside. Next thing I knew, Santa was running through the house...and just as quickly ran out and took off down the street.
My sister and I were in awe. But we did wonder where his reindeer were.
And, yes, 24 years later my parents still say that was Santa Claus.