Floyd Atkin
“I remember well the last Christmas (1921) we spent in this
little house in St. George. Velva and I were having trouble trying to get
calmed down enough to get to bed on Christmas Eve. The front door opened and
who should come bounding in but Old Santa himself! All I remember of what he
said was, that if we weren’t in bed and asleep when he came back in half an
hour, he would have to go on his way because he was too busy to wait for us to
get to bed. I don’t know how long it took us to go to sleep, but I can tell you
we were already in bed with our eyes closed before he got out the front door.
“Some people in the family said Santa was Aunt Bessie, but I
still know it was Santa. He visited Wilford and LaReta [the Lake Family
cousins] the same night and they knew it was Santa, too. You can fool grownups,
but you can’t fool kids.”
Woodbury, L. A. (1989). Sagebrush
and Wildflowers: A Legacy of William Atkin and Lula Palmer Atkin. Pg 101
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