Thursday, December 24, 2009
One Christmas Eve my family and our best friends went out to a wonderful dinner. The streets were busy with shoppers. The Christmas lights, stores and stoplights reflected off the wet sidewalks. When we all arrived at our little bungalow a couple of hours later, imagine the utter surprise to find Santa placing gifts under our Christmas tree! My five-year-old brother and his best five-year-old friend actually gasped and stood frozen. Then they came to their senses and ran around like chickens with their heads cut off....until Santa spoke. My brother stopped dead in his tracks; crinkled up his freckled nose and squinted one eye. The jig was up. It was our dear retired neighbor Ed, who had graciously donned the rented Santa suit. After my brother was an adult, he told me he knew it was our elderly neighbor all the time. Uh-huh. Does anyone have a "Santa"-type story? To me, Jesus is the entire reason to celebrate Christmas and i base my idea of a "Santa" on St. Nicholas of Myra.