Saturday, December 14, 2013

Santa came to the Party


Getting dressed up to go anywhere was a pleasant experience and exciting for a little girl. Between Mom and Grandma Minnie, I was well supplied with beautiful dresses that often rivaled any imaginary princess.
It’s the Christmas season and my brother and I are excited to go to a party—a Christmas party.  We have high hopes that we might receive a present or candy at the party given by Mr. and Mrs. Duncan, good friends of my Grandparents.
 
When we arrive, I’m pleased to see a Christmas tree, but more than that, the niece and nephews of the Duncan's are there, too. During the evening, the adults laugh and talk. The children play. *Anna and I are matched well as playmates, as are our brothers, and there are yummy desserts to eat. I don’t think the party can get any better, but when our attention turns to a commotion at the front door--someone dressed in a red and white suit.
“Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Christmas!” he shouts.

Santa! I look at my little brother sitting on the floor and his eyes have widened to a quarter's size. My stomach is doing flips, feeling both nervous and excited.


Santa sits in a chair. Then, one by one, Santa lifts each child to his knee and asks what we want for Christmas. When it's my turn, I too sit on his knee, feeling shy. He asks me the same question that he has asked those before me. It is after I tell Santa what I would like for Christmas that I look past his merry fa├žade and realize Santa is Anna's dad.

As I climb down from his knee, I glance over at Anna who is smiling, but not looking at me. At that moment, I think two things. I hope that she doesn't recognize Santa as her dad, and I vow to keep this secret forever.
Fast forward to 2013, when Anna and I have reconnected on Facebook. I post the photo of Santa and me and share the secret I'd kept for so long. Anna, who ended up being a childhood friend, commented on the photo.
 
Teresa, I knew it was my dad, but I hoped my younger brothers still believed.
 
She had carried a secret about Santa, too.

 

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And before you question the wisdom of wearing the Santa mask, I will tell you that perhaps it was common in those days for some Santa's to wear masks or it might be that he wore one  because the risk of being identified was there. No matter  the reason, it didn't seem odd to me at the time.
 

*Name changed to protect the person's identity.

10 comments:

Pat Hatt said...

haha funny how you both knew all along and never told

JoJo said...

What a sweet story!

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

That's really cute. Glad neither of you said anything.

B. WHITTINGTON said...

Simply love the old photos best of all. The story is precious. I did notice the mask and don't believe I ever saw one on Santa. Our neighbor played Santa for our kids and I was always afraid they would know it was Joe but they never figured it out.
Beautiful memories. Thanks for sharing.
Barb
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Prima Widodo said...

Merry Christmas and Best Wishes for a Happy New Year!
Bring you Good wishes of happiness.

Sorry for greeting you earlier,, just don't want miss saying this.
By the way, I'm prima. It's my first time visiting your blog. I am blogger

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Prima

Hilary Melton-Butcher said...

Hi Teresa .. what a great read and how many of us elder children tried to keep the secret from our younger siblings ...

I do remember Father Christmas being around .. and we sent messages up the chimney - open fire in those days ... I'm not sure how many burnt before we saw them take off.

Love the story and the fact that you and Anna remain friends to this day ..

Cheers Hilary

Sarah Allen said...

Such a sweet story! Love it :)

Sarah Allen
(From Sarah, With Joy)

cleemckenzie said...

Kids can be kind, can't they? Lovely story.

Hilary Melton-Butcher said...

Teresa - thanks for your lovely thought ---- yes we should get ourselves right first ..

Happy Christmas and a blessed New Year - Hilary

Gail said...

I see you had the same curls Mom used to make for me. She would use paper strips and her finger while my hair was wet.

Happy New Year.