Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Celebrations, Childhood, Childrearing, Children, Christmas, Holidays, Love, Magic | Posted on 30-07-2016
Tags: believe, Christmas, Christmas in July, magic, magical, Santa Clause
Talk about Christmas in July!
On a recent vacation to Missouri, we learned there was a Santa Claus convention in Branson, bringing in jolly old fellas from across the country and around the world. In fact, many of them stayed at our hotel! Even without their red and white suits, they were easy to spot with their friendly smiles, white beards, and twinkly eyes. We proceeded to be on the lookout for the real Santa Claus.
One winked at us in the lobby. Maybe he was the one? One argued with the front desk clerk about his pillows. Definitely not him.
The next morning, one thousand Santa Clauses were to be in a special parade at 8:00 a.m.
You know how the early bird catches the worm? In our case, the early riser catches the Santa Claus. My eleven-year-old son and I practically ran, hand-in-hand, with giddiness. (My oldest son and daughter opted to sleep in instead…their loss!)
Seeing so many Santa Clauses, Mrs. Clauses, and elves was quite a magical sight! But which one was the one? It was like Where’s Waldo.
Smitten and with a bit of boldness, we greeted the nice gentlemen one by one and asked to pose for a photo. How could they so no to my sweet boy? They could not.
My son wished them Merry Christmas and many said see you on Christmas Eve. One showed my son a special Hawaiian signal. One showed my son his compass hidden in his sock. One let my son hold the special sleigh bells. One gifted him a magic candy cane.
After our encounters, we narrowed it down to three Santa Claus possibilities.
We left with happy hearts, curious minds, and shit-eating grins.