Years ago, before I became a Christmas Curmudgeon and when Firstborn and Little Brother were still young enough to believe in him, I got Santa Claus to visit us at our house on Christmas Eve.
You don’t believe me? I suppose I can’t blame you. It does appear to be an outrageous claim–but I did it. Truly. I swear.
You may wonder how I was able to accomplish such a stupendous feat. As the saying goes: It’s not what you know, it’s who you know. I just happened to know Santa.
Actually, I knew three of them. I was a reporter on the staff of a local newspaper at the time, working on a feature story during the Christmas season. My story spotlighted the volunteer work of three local gentlemen who dressed annually as Santa Claus.
I interviewed all three and they told me heartwarming stories of their personal experiences portraying Santa and how much fulfillment they derived from bringing happiness to children. One of the Santas told me that he also visited the homes of family and friends as Santa on Christmas Eve. He asked if I had children. When I said yes, he asked if I would like him to visit my children on Christmas Eve.
Would I? You’d better believe I would. Firstborn was starting to show signs of not believing. I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when Santa arrived on our doorstep.
On the day before Christmas, it was all I could do to keep my secret to myself. I finally told Macho Guy just to keep from bursting. Once the sun went down, we eagerly awaited a knock on the door, signaling Santa’s arrival.
The knock finally came, and I ran to the door.
ME: Look who’s here, everybody!
SANTA: Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!
MACHO GUY and ME: Merry Christmas, Santa!
FIRSTBORN and LITTLE BROTHER: [mouths hanging open, eyes wide as saucers, in whispered voices] Sa-a-anta.
SANTA: [Sits on couch with both boys] Have you been good little boys?
FIRSTBORN and LITTLE BROTHER: [nod vigorously in unison, both speechless]
SANTA: You have? Let’s See. Do you listen to Mommy and Daddy and do what you’re told?
FIRSTBORN and LITTLE BROTHER: [nod vigorously in unison, both speechless]
SANTA: Do you remember to say please and thank you?
FIRSTBORN and LITTLE BROTHER: [nod vigorously in unison, both speechless]
SANTA: Do you keep your rooms clean and tidy?
FIRSTBORN and LITTLE BROTHER: [nod vigorously in unison, both speechless]
SANTA: Do you do your homework when you’re supposed to?
FIRSTBORN and LITTLE BROTHER: [nod vigorously in unison, both speechless]
SANTA: Do you eat all your vegetables?
FIRSTBORN and LITTLE BROTHER: [nod vigorously in unison, both speechless]
SANTA: Do you remember to brush your teeth and go to bed on time?
FIRSTBORN and LITTLE BROTHER: [nod vigorously in unison, both speechless]
SANTA: Keep up the good work, boys. You’re on Santa’s Nice List. [standing, preparing to leave] I have to be going now. It’s almost time to deliver Christmas presents to all the good little boys and girls.
FIRSTBORN and LITTLE BROTHER: [nod vigorously in unison, both speechless]
ME: Thank you for stopping by to see us, Santa. We know what a busy night this is for you.
SANTA: [going out the door] Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
MACHO GUY and ME: Merry Christmas, Santa!
FIRSTBORN and LITTLE BROTHER: [wave good-bye, both speechless]
ME: Were you boys excited to see Santa?
FIRSTBORN and LITTLE BROTHER: [nod vigorously in unison, still speechless]
MACHO GUY: If you two want to stay on the Nice List, you’d better be in bed and asleep when Santa comes back with your presents.
FIRSTBORN and LITTLE BROTHER: [shriek and make a mad dash for the stairs and to their rooms]
ME [to MACHO GUY]: You are so evil.
MACHO GUY: You’re jealous because you didn’t think of it first.
ME: Oh, right. It’s not their bedtime yet. We always let them stay up a little later on Christmas Eve.
MACHO GUY: They deserve to go to bed early. They lied through their teeth to Santa.
ME: Tell me about it. But you have to admit it took guts to lie to Santa’s face.
MACHO GUY: [Putting his hand to his ear] Listen. Do you hear that?
ME: What?
MACHO GUY: [smiling] Silence.
ME: [smiling back] Blessed silence.
MACHO GUY: Alone at last.
ME: This could be our best Christmas Eve ever. Remind me to thank Santa.
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