Then this morning I got a call from the office that they were in need of a Santa for a lunch event. My first impulse was to say no – I am way to busy and tired to even think about it – but they told me their first choice for Santa had turned them down. So even though I was their second choice, for some reason I said yes.
The school actually owns a Santa suit. All I had to do was show up and they would dress me. So I did, and they did.
Before I tell you what happened I need to give you some more information. I am short and stout and have long gray hair and a longish white beard. Basically, I am Santa, which no one seemed to notice until I put on the red suit.
I start walking down the hall and immediately run into a bunch of elementary school students on their way back from lunch. Next thing I know kids are pointing and waving, and then some break loose and run up to give me a group hug. Just like that – spontaneous happiness. Pretty cool.
So then I arrive at my destination, which is for seniors. There I stand in my red suite, no beard or padding required. The seniors start coming down the stairs in small groups and I start my Ho Ho Ho-ing. They are astonished. I kid you not, one girl actually feel down when she saw me. These students know who I am – I teach and have taught a lot of them – and they are 17 and 18 years old. But for those few seconds when they first see me I am Santa. Not a Santa, but THE SANTA.
This is great stuff. I go everywhere in my Santa suit and everywhere I go, people are smiling and actually glad to see me. Just imagine that – EVERYONE is glad to see me and EVERYONE is smiling – including me.
Now the suit if off but there must still be some red fuss stuck on me somewhere, because I am more positive and happy now than I have been in two weeks. Who could have guessed.