Saturday with Santa

I spent the better part of Saturday with Santa Claus.

Now, before I get pummeled with snowballs since we haven’t hit Thanksgiving yet, let me sort of explain as best I can. You see, every year around this time, I get an unexpected visit from the jolly old elf or one of his representatives. One year it was Agent 0070826980826981224943020723604485615082698 — otherwise known as Ralphie {see my post,} when I was on assignment in St. Thomas. Other times it was Santa’s reindeer {did you know they not only fly, but talk as well?}. Of course, his elves were frequent visitors. And Santa himself wasn’t a stranger, although the last time he actually visited with me was about 18 years ago when he got lost trying to find Willard/Romulus/Ovid.

Admittedly, most of my contact was in mid December, not prior to Thanksgiving. But Saturday was different.

Santa showed up unannounced at the back door. The dogs started barking until they saw the red suit and snow white beard are started backing off and cowering. The conversation went something like this …IMAG0898


“Joe. Looking good. Yes, it’s me Santa.”

“Santa? What are you doing here?

“Well, I need a favor.”

Shaking my head still in somewhat disbelief, I said, “Okay. What do you need?”

“Well, I need a ride to Waterloo.”

“Ookaay. Why do you need to go to Waterloo and how did you get here?”

“I have a gig up there and I was going to fly there, but the sleigh lost altitude and snow and I got grounded in LeRoy.”

“Ookaay. How did you get here?”

“I used my nose trick.”

“Why do you have a gig in Waterloo?”

“Because I was asked. And you know after next week, I won’t have any extra time. Lots to do up at the North Pole. And you know the elves. They can’t be left unsupervised too long.”

“What about Elfis or Alf?”

“Those two. Two of the nicest elves I have but they’re both a few sticks short of a Lincoln log home, if you know what I mean.”

So, I got dressed and we got in the car to head north to Waterloo.

“How did you know I would be awake?” I asked him.

With a jolly laugh, Santa responded, “I knew you would be up. You might be napping in your chair but you would be awake.”

In between pointing and an occasional swerving car as occupants noticed my special passenger, we made our way to Waterloo where the jolly old elf made a grand entrance, worked the bazaar rooms and took his place of honor. Repeatedly he bellowed “Merry Christmas” to the young and old. I watched him have his picture taken with children and adult. He seemed to take pleasure panning for the cameras, listening to the young one’s hopes for Christmas morning. He was comfortable holding a three month old, had a sparkle in his eye when two young ladies asked for a picture with him and hugged a grandmotherly woman with warmth. He also knelt beside a one week old, gently adding a “God bless you” to his greeting.

I was awed by his gentleness. He actually sprinkled some “Christmas” dust in the air and perhaps, just perhaps, got the season off  to a good, wholesome start, remembering the festivities but also the reason for the season.

As we drove back, I asked Santa why he does these gigs.

“So I can remember what it’s all about,” he said. “It’s not just the kids … it’s the kid in all of us. It’s not just about the toys and games. It’s about family. It’s about simple faith. It’s about the promises and hope for future generations. When you hold a baby you know all is well with the world. When you hug a grandma you rekindle their faith in the future. That’s why I do these gigs. I need to be reaffirmed at times, too.”

There were lights flashing as I approached my house. “Ut Oh,” I said, but Santa burst into a jelly belly laugh and said, “Don’t worry. That’s the North Pole AAA just picking me and my sleigh up.” He slapped my knee and said, Have a happy Thankgiving.”

And laying his finger aside his nose, and giving a nod, he got into the funniest looking tow truck/sleigh I had even seen. He gave the team a whistle and off they went.

But I heard him exclaim as he cleared the wires, “Happy Christmas season to all … See you in a few weeks!”

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: The good Lord didn’t create anything without a purpose, but mosquitoes come close.


About wisdomfromafather

I'm just an ordinary guy walking along the journey of life.
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2 Responses to Saturday with Santa

  1. The world is a tough place. It is always time for heartwarming stories – even if the name Santa is involved. Thanks for telling the story..

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