If there is one thing I loved during the Christmas season as a child, it was visiting Santa at the Enchanted Forrest! There was something so magical about the Enchanted Forrest. I can remember as if it were yesterday the butterflies that would form in my stomach as I twisted through the cotton snow trail anticipating my upcoming visit with Santa himself. The glitter, sprayed, iced trees were so marvelous and the moving characters seemed to come to life as I slowly make my way through the forrest. My eyes fixed on every sparkle and wonder that surrounded me. I can still remember my hand reaching up and grasping the soft red velvet rope that lead me to Jolly Old Saint Nick. The line ahead of me seemed miles in length. Patiently as I waited, I would catch just a glimpse of his bright, red coat as another child slid off his lap. I clutched my wish list tighter with each glance. The closer each step took me the more clear his voice could be heard. The chuckle so deep yet so gentle. Finally, with what seemed like an eternity, my moment had come and there I stood facing the Santa Claus. I could feel the words slowly slipping from my memory as I frantically tried to think of all the things I wanted to tell him. The sight of him was so grand. My eyes were not deceiving me and no I was not dreaming. I was seeing Santa up close and in person. WIth all the children he had seen that day would he remember my list of wishes and wants?
As I gazed at him each feature from the Twas the Night Before Christmas replayed in my head. "His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow. He had a broad face and a little round belly, that shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly! He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread." In a flash it was over and we said our goodbyes. A timid but bright smile flashed once more towards him as I took my candy cane and slipped off his lap. Would the next child in line that now occupied my spot feel the same excitement I had just experienced?
Indeed, she did .....










