A Childhood Christmas Dilemma

When my siblings told me they saw Santa kissing my mum underneath the Christmas tree, I was left with a dilemma.

I could have only been around 6 years old, maybe even younger, when one of my siblings (I can’t remember which) whispered in my ear that they’d seen Santa Claus kissing our mum underneath the Christmas tree.

Horror struck straight through me. My mother? The most loyal, caring, faithful, and beautiful woman that ever lived getting up to no good with some old man with a long white beard under our sparkling Christmas tree. This had to be the most shocking thing I had ever heard in my short life.

This left me with a massive dilemma: should I spill the beans to my dad or keep quiet and hope the old reprobate in a red and white suit (not that I had developed that kind of vocabulary yet) thing didn’t develop?

It reminded me of the time they kept singing, “Where’s your mamma gone?” When mum had popped out to the shops, leaving me to believe I’d been abandoned forever. Which, of course, I hadn’t been.

I pondered and agonised for a while, but at last I could not bear it anymore. I pulled my mother’s sleeve and whispered to her, “Is it true you were kissing Santa under the Christmas tree?”

Mum shrieked with laughter, then saw my worried expression. “I think someone has been pulling your leg,” she smiled kindly and explained the connection with the song.

Here is the version by the Ronettes for you to enjoy. I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus.

Happy Christmas