December 26th my wife and I celebrate our 28th anniversary.\u00a0 The year we married I was a single father with a three-year-old son, whom my wife later adopted.\u00a0 And, this year is the first Christmas it will be just the two of us.\u00a0 After cutting down our 28th Christmas tree, we reminisced about some special Christmases past.<\/p>\n
Our son’s eighth Christmas was difficult.\u00a0 He was having doubts about Santa Claus.\u00a0 He was too young to lose that belief and he desperately wanted his friends to be wrong.<\/p>\n
So, we called Santa Claus, aka Bob Simons.\u00a0 Bob spent every Christmas as the “real” Santa.\u00a0 His was not the Santa suit we dads buy; his was the expensive, perfect suit, with the perfect beard.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I told Santa our problem and asked for help.\u00a0 Our alarm clock awakened us at 5am Christmas morning.\u00a0 We opened the front door and there was Santa, in his best suit with a red velvet bag slung over his shoulder.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We filled the bag with presents and \u00a0then woke up our son and daughter, telling them we heard something.\u00a0 Jeff crawled down the hall on his stomach, Kim following; and with bugged-out eyes, they watched Santa carefully putting out their presents.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We finally convinced Jeff he could talk with Santa without risking Santa taking his presents away.\u00a0 Twenty-three years ago at 5am Christmas morning our children spent time with Santa Claus, sitting on his lap, talking with him and even pulling his beard.\u00a0 They met Santa Claus.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Last year, Bob’s wife Carol sent us a Christmas card with a professional photo of Bob in his best Santa’s suit.\u00a0 This year my wife framed one of these for each of our children.\u00a0 With it, she wrote the story of the Christmas they caught Santa Claus.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Well, that Christmas was all Jeff needed; he saw the “real” Santa and that was that.\u00a0 His unwavering belief continued all the way into Junior High School.\u00a0 But, the teasing of other kids was again leaving doubts, until one day when he and my wife were driving home, he asked the dreaded question.\u00a0 We had agreed when he asked again, we would tell the truth about Santa and what it meant.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Jeff was betrayed.\u00a0 His parents were liars.\u00a0 Santa was a liar.\u00a0 It was so painful for both of them, my wife pulled the car over and they cried together, only interrupted with Jeff’s accusations.\u00a0 Christmas left him that day and he wanted nothing to do with it.\u00a0 It was a fraud and his world was destroyed.\u00a0 We did not know what to do for him or how to help him.<\/p>\n
That year I worked in the emergency room the day before Christmas; a beautiful day snowing into the late evening.\u00a0 I came home after dark and parked in the garage.\u00a0 During those years, our street was on the Christmas light tour and buses were already driving by.<\/p>\n
As I entered the house, all the lights were off and all I could hear was my wife crying.\u00a0 I went upstairs, finding her sitting at the kitchen table crying.\u00a0 She had no words; she just pointed to the window.<\/p>\n
I looked out the window only to sit down and hug her, tears running down my cheeks too.\u00a0 The past week Jeff had hibernated in his bedroom, not talking to anyone, barely eating; but thinking.<\/p>\n
Earlier that evening, without talking to either of us, he went through the boxes of Christmas decorations, remembering a Santa suit I wore when he was very young.\u00a0 He donned the suit, found a bunch of candy canes and was standing on the corner, covered with snow and handing them out to the children on the tour buses.<\/p>\n
He was Santa.\u00a0 He understood.\u00a0 For years to come, each Christmas eve we lost our son to the street corner, handing out candy canes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He figured it out.\u00a0 It was about people.\u00a0 It was about children.\u00a0 It was about giving.\u00a0 It was about caring.\u00a0 It was about family.\u00a0 It was about believing and it was about faith.\u00a0 He showed us “do unto others.”\u00a0 He gave us the gift of Christmas.\u00a0 He helped his parents put the “Christ” back in Christmas.\u00a0 Merry Christmas.<\/p>\n
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