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 my fancy dress and black patent leather Mary Jane shoes, I closed my eyes and handed over the list.

Jump ahead to my teen years and that’s when you could find me standing in line with a cousin or a friend at a local mall waiting over an hour behind tiny toddlers who were hysterically crying while dressed in their fancy dresses and little pant suits …… just to see [really, with both eyes open] and talk with Jolly O’l Saint Nicholas. It was magical.

My teen years are so far behind me. But every Christmastime, you will find me looking for Santa as he sits on his velvet throne patiently listening to kiddos of various ages tell him what they are [expecting] wishing for on Christmas morning. I wait…..and then just as there’s a break in the line……I ask for a picture of Santa. His jolly laugh and wink tells me he remembers.

Enjoy a cup of coffee & take an adventure!

Lisa