Today in ShopRite my sons and I ran across a nice old man with a white beard and a jolly smile. I watched my oldest’s eyes follow him as our carts passed. Then, in typical 3 year old fashion, he asked me: “Was that Santa?”
Not wanting to confirm or deny, I simply asked him in return, “Well, what do YOU think?” He thought for a moment and said. “No…I think that was Grandpop!”
For the past few years he’s been becoming more and more into the Santa gig. It started small with some local firehouse and preschooler parties. Then last year he became a Mall Santa. Which is actually a pretty cool thing. I mean, how many people can say that their Dad is REALLY Santa?
It’s actually very magical to see that look of awe in a child’s eyes as they look at “Santa”. Kind of like I did with my son today. First you get the “Hmmm…he looks familiar.” Then the “Wait a minute…you don’t think?” And finally, the look to Mom or Dad that says, “Is it REALLY him ?” And with a twinkle in his eye, Santa just smiles. Without saying a word.
That’s how Santa works. It’s the children who believe in the man. And it’s the man that helps us grown ups believe in the spirit of the season. A season of beauty and hope. A season of goodwill. Where anything is possible. All you have to do is believe.
Thank you, Santa, for reminding us of that.