Monday, December 20, 2010

I heart Santa

I mean, I pink, puffy heart him for real!!!

When I see Santa, I act like any rational adult fool would. I shriek at the top of my voice, "OMG Y'ALL LOOK IT'S SANTA!!!" and I wave furiously, until I get his attention and he usually laughs and then waves back. I mean, seriously, what Santa wouldn't laugh at a 30-something woman acting like a 5 year old. Last year, I was on the 3rd floor of the mall and spotted Santa on the first floor, I leaned over the railing, waving, hollering, fixing to fall the hell over the rail, until FINALLY, he spotted me, he laughed so hard and his belly really did shake and wiggle, and he smiled and waved up at me. My coworker, well, she wasn't quite as enthused as me and well, she wasn't exactly pleased with my antics, frankly, I think she was embarassed, well, her walking running away from me as fast as she could led me to believe she was just a tad embarassed by my behavior.

Yesterday, Savanna and I spotted Santa at the pharmacy...oh yes, yes we did. I squealed and Savanna covered her face and laughed at me, but Santa, he loved me...I'm absolutely sure of it, well that or he thought maybe I was just a tad bit crazy, but whatever, I smiled and waved and he grinned real big and he waved at me too!

Santa has always been a huge part of my family and my life. When I was growing up, we didn't have much and sometimes, life was hard for us and as most families do we struggled in many ways, with money, with getting along, with general strife and unease, but Christmas time was always made to be a magical time of the year. I felt so alive and so loved and it felt like the whole family loved each other a little harder during Christmas time. The kisses were sweeter, the hugs longer and tigher, the I love yous more heartfelt. My Granny made Santa special to my mom and uncles, and my mom made Santa special for my brother and me. There always seemed to be that one, most perfect gift under the tree from Santa, even more perfect gifts from our momma, and Santa filled our stockings with great treats and trinkets. I don't know how my mom managed to do it each year, but she always managed to give us the exact item we wanted, even if we hadn't asked for it or even if we didn't know we wanted it, she made the day and the whole season great. My Granny started these traditions with her kids and if I had to guess I'd say my Big Granny (that's what we called our great grandma) started those traditions with her mess of kids.

I don't recall ever having a big revelation that Santa isn't "real" or ever saying to my mom that I didn't believe anymore. To me, it's about the memories I have of childhood, the traditions that were started generations before me, and that I hope I've managed to pass on to my kids and I hope that we pass along to my grandchildren and so on. To this day, everyone in my family talks about Santa as if he IS real because the traditions are alive and real for us.

Santa is a tradition I love and I believe that Santa comes in all shapes, colors, sizes, races, and sexes.

As a matter of fact, Santa is at my house building me a front porch right now, cuz Uncle Bubba listened to me when I asked BEGGED for a big ole front porch for Christmas this year. On Friday afternoon, another Santa will arrive at my uncle's house and fill stockings and deliver gifts to his grown kids and his grandchildren and for my mom and my brother and my nephew. On Friday night or Saturday morning, yet another Santa will be at my house, arranging gifts so that they look just perfect and filling stockings. On Saturday afternoon, even more Santas will be next door to my house, handing out presents to my neices and nephews and my great-neices and great-nephews.

Santa is who and what each family wants him to be, for me, it's that simple.


  1. I heart Santa too! So much! I love everything about the magic of this time of year! :D

  2. Awww, that's the sweetest Santa-lovin' post I've ever read! And, I can't wait to see pics of your new porch!!

  3. You gonna let Uncle Bubba live long enough to finish the porch or did he get the gun ordered?

    I love that you love Santa so much; I bet it makes their day to see an adult get so excited about them :)

  4. "Only those who look with the eyes of children can lose themselves in the object of their wonder."
    Eberhard Arnold

    I don't ever want to grow out of that wonder either...

    Just saying....

    great post A.C.


    I thought of you when I watched this last night :)