I Know Him!
Santa! I know him! I love Santa. But I haven’t [always] loved him. You won’t find any pictures of me with Santa as a child. As my mother would tell me I would close my eyes and walk towards the department store Santa throne with my eyes closed - only to be guided by my mother or one of my older siblings. Bears Department Store was a Christmas Palace. Beautiful bright twinkling white lights. Glittery stars danced in the department store window displays. And then there were Santa’s helpers - the sweet faced [adult] elves. I never questioned why they were tall. Or how one may have - or may not have been - one of my first grade teachers making extra holiday cash. It didn’t matter to me who or how these elves made their debut - I was there to [see] the one and only - Santa! So when I say I love Santa…..I think deep down inside of my young soul I did. I just couldn’t find the courage to walk up to Kris Kringle…..the Jolly O’l Man……Babbo Natale and hand deliver my Christmas list. So in ...