I don't remember exactly how old I was, but after going to Christmas Eve services, which we did every year, my brother Eddie and I were allowed to sleep with Dad, while Mom slept on the couch. At sometime in the early morning my Mom rang the sleigh bells that were used when we had horses instead of tractors for working the fields. She rang those sleigh bells, then excitedly came into the bedroom to tell us that Santa had come. I don't remember what present I got from Santa that year, I've never forgotten the thrill of Mom telling us Santa had come.