After spending the Thanksgiving holiday in Ohio with my amazing family and talking about holidays past I thought the Perfect Moment Monday would have to come from a memory from one of those discussions.
If anyone reading this still believes in Santa Claus you might want to stop now and call your psychiatrist. But anyway this is gonna give away a thing or two. However, if you still believe in Santa Claus you have much bigger problems than I can help you with.
At any rate, my memory happened when I was about 10 and my cousins Derick was about 6. I’m not really sure how far apart we are in age. But he still believed in Santa and I didn’t. Just so you get a visual of who I’m talking about here he is now.
Ok – that gives you an idea of who I’m talking about. When we were little our family would get together on Christmas Eve to have our family celebration. And back in those days one of our family members would dress up as Santa Claus and come in to deliver presents. It’s some of my sweetest holiday memories. My Aunt (Derick’s mom) would store the Santa suit all year and at some point they would discuss who was going to play Santa. They played it up big too. We would all listen for the reindeer’s hooves on the roof and finally Santa would knock on the front door. We would all be sitting in the living room waiting for him/her to arrive. They all made a big deal about hearing him coming. He/She would come in with a big bag of presents and sit with each of us kids – for a long time it was just me and Derick. We would sit with him/her and tell them all good we have been. Sometimes Derick’s stepfather, Paul, would play Santa. So anyway, this particular Christmas Eve I remember (and that we talked about this week) there was the usual hoopla about hearing Santa, knocking on the door, the big entrance. And as soon as he came in the door Derick hollers out “That’s not Santa! That’s Paul Baby!” Everyone lost it and the secret was out. HAHAHAHA Santa still came every year. But until my younger cousins came along there was no mystery because Derick had figured it out.
Such sweet memories! We talked this week about reviving Santa because now my two youngest cousins have little ones. I’m not sure I would want to play Santa though. I would bust out laughing and giggling too much. Pretty sure that would give it away. And I’m NOT gonna be the Paul Baby that ruins Santa for all of them.