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Photo by TQS member ckbellneville. Share your holiday quilts or holiday photos HERE.

I always belived in Santa Clause, and I was very certain that I would see him before I died, I just did not realize how long it would take. On Dec 24th, 1997 in Sarajeavo, Bosnia the sun was setting as I entered the US compound and passed the armed Turkish gaurds, wishing them a merry Christmas. I drew my weapon and cleared the 9mm to insure there were no rounds in the gun, and the chamber was clear.

This had been a long and hard Christmas eve as I had smoked 7 large turkeys for the NATO enlisted soldiers to enjoy and remind them of their homes and families around the world. A light snow had begin to fall as I entered my quarters and should continue all night - so much for not having a white Christmas.

Ever since I was a young boy, Christmas eve had always been my favorite time of the year. I must have fallen asleep on my deck, I was covered with new snow, but not cold. A light was on in my Hummer below me, Santa was sitting behind the wheel, and there were presents in the back. I ran to the Hummer and everything was gone, only the memories of the past would remain with me forever young. Albert Clymer COL (Ret) USA - La Veta, Colorado

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