Santa

Ho Ho man as I used to refer to our holiday dude, is my favourite. I just realized the other day that I had not called him that in a few years. I went to the mall, I think last year and saw him in his big chair with all the little children. I was with my daughter and grand daughter, I am a child at Christmas, so I hollered, “Hi Santa!” My daughter is used to me, my grand daughter was a little alarmed. I went on to talk about him for an additional 15 minutes, confirming that he saw me and how great he is. What can I say, I love Christmas.

Two days ago I was driving with my son and I interrupted our conversation to blurt out “Ho Ho man!” That is when I realized I hadn’t said it in a while. My poor son was totally confused, and I had to explain that Santa in full garb had just driven by us. I went into a detailed visual since he can not see. He was patient with me, he is grown and does remember what Santa looks like. What’s left if you don’t believe? Santa wraps with Santa paper, Santa does all the tags with Santa writing. His gifts only arrive Christmas morning. He drinks the milk, eats the cookies and Rudolf nibbles the carrot every year! It will never change in my lifetime. It will be my social responsibility to carry on traditions that have begun before I was born.

Well it doesn’t matter, my kids are grown. It matters to me. It makes me soupy happy, warm and fuzzy, cozy. I feel young, I feel like I know something others don’t. Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Clause, is one of my favourite Christmas shows. It inspired me to write as a child. The meaning has changed over the years, but the editorial response is my epilogue. It makes me cry. It is so hard to find now with all of the shows being created. Hallmark has cornered some of Christmas with love at Christmas. Love is all year, I’ll take an order of Ho Ho man please!