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Dec/2007
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Where is Santa?
Santa has a list and he knows who’s been naughty and he knows who’s been nice. Do you believe in Santa Claus? Have you been nice this year? The idea of a fat man in a red suit sliding down a chimney is silly but it must be true; Mama said it’s so and Mama would never lie. Dasher, Dancer, Donner, Blitzen, Cupid, Comet, Vixen, Prancer as well as Rudolph and a fully loaded sleigh on the roof have to be true. How could anyone make up such a story? Mama showed me Santa so I know he’s real. At age three I was a certified rug rat with the following vocabulary: Mama, Dada and po po. Articulation was not my strong point but I did have an active imagination unrestrained by the limitations of logic… Soooo one day in late December, after a light snow, Santa Claus paid me a visit..
“Johnny”, Mama, would say, “Look who’s standing outside the kitchen window.”“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I would say.Mama was impressed with my new vocabulary string, but Santa disappeared in a flash. “Over here! Over Here!” Mama would say… AND Santa would pop up with his nose pressed against the dining room window… AND I would run over to get a closer look, but it would be too late. Santa would disappear as quickly as he had appeared. Was Santa really real?
“Over here! Over here!” Mama shouted. Santa was jumping up and down outside the West room. I jumped up and down. Santa jumped up and down. We both jumped up and down. I could have jumped all day but Santa had other children to see.
The years rolled by and I was good but Santa never came back. Somehow I believed he was hiding in the attic since the attic was just under the roof where he parked his sleigh. On July 15, 1948 I decided to have a look. As you know an attic in July can be hot and our attic was no exception. Perhaps a North Pole person would find our hot attic too hot but somehow I knew I’d find him there. I did find a box filled with blue prints under a drafting table next to rows of books under a rack of winter clothes and a china clock with missing hands. AND in a far corner I found Christmas ornaments, lights and a fluffy white ball. When I tugged on the fluffy white ball a red hat emerged and then a white beard pinned to a red suit surfaced but there was no Santa. Santa had gone to the North Pole and he was never coming back again.
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