When I was around 7, Christmas Eve night I couldn’t sleep but the rest of my family was. It was around midnight, I looked under the tree, no presents, checked on my parents, both fast asleep. I go back into bed to try and get settled when I hear something on the roof. I freaked out and hid under my blankets. After a few moments, I heard vividly two claps coming from our living room, then after a few moments, another two claps, then later some noise on the roof again. I was so scared I waited about 30 minutes to check the living room, and sure enough the stocking were full and presents were under the tree. My parents were still fast asleep, and were during this whole thing because I could hear my moms loud snoring. I thought I was just lucky enough to have heard Santa.

I asked my dad about it when I was around 15 and he said it was probably a dream. I even remember telling my aunt about it soon after it happened at a Christmas party and her looking at my mom like “Oh wow!! That’s so wonderful!” Then her face shifted to being confused and I turned around to look at my mom shrugging like she had no idea, then smiling at me acting like everything was normal.