Father Christmas

English: Thomas Nast's most famous drawing, &q...

English: Thomas Nast’s most famous drawing, “Merry Old Santa Claus” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In about the 2nd grade, there was a boy in my class who wore the same old, ratty shoes every day.  I remember finding out that his family didn’t have enough money to buy him a new pair.  We weren’t well-off either but I had shoes that fit, without holes, and more than just a single pair.

I don’t recall any details of how it happened, but my wonderful parents decided to buy this boy new shoes.  My dad came into school one day just before Christmas and waited in the principal’s office.  They called the boy out of class and presented him with his new pair of shoes.

What I do distinctly remember is that the boy, flushed with excitement, came running back to the classroom shouting “Santa Claus was here, and gave me shoes!”

Now, my Dad didn’t have white hair back then – it was more reddish – but he did have a full beard (also red) and otherwise kind of fit the description.  Close enough for a young boy to really believe that Santa came and brought him a present.

I’ve never been more proud of my family and, as a kid, I never told anyone who brought the shoes.  I still think about that boy at Christmas, and wonder if he still thinks of “Santa” too.

“What would you like for Christmas, little girl?”

Pink, Frilly, Girly Santa photo

My girly pink Santa photo

Until the age of 40 I had a Christmas picture taken with Santa every year.  (The only exceptions were when I was was a newborn, and at two years old – because apparently I screamed too much the year before).

When I was a kid, Santa pictures were a big deal.  For this, my parents made the once-a-year pilgrimage into the “big city” of Seattle.  Santa sat in the window of a large department store, with all the lined-up families peering in to watch the other photos being taken.  There were even microphones to pipe the audio to those outside.  We waited in line, watching and listening to the children as they told Santa their Christmas wishes.

The year I was three, my mother decked me out in a pink frilly dress, all girly and demure.  When it was my turn, Santa turned to me and asked “What would you like for Christmas, little girl?”

My pink, frilly, girly response broadcast to all those waiting?  “A dump truck.”

Darned if I didn’t get it though – a blue Tonka Dump Truck.  And I still have it!

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