I Believe in Santa
posted in General |When I was a kid, long after I had outgrown the belief in Santa “the jolly old man who brought presents in a sack,” my dad would insist that Santa was real. Because otherwise, “how could we afford Christmas?” This was a man who would rather buy one more present for his kids than a Christmas Tree.
This year, I got a Christmas card addressed to me, personally (All the others were “family of…” or “Mr and Mrs…” or all of us enumerated on the line.) It was from a good friend I haven’t spoken to in about ten years (really, since college). Inside was a check large enough to pay for all the “santa” presents under our tree. Totally unexpected; totally out of the blue.
Thanks Santa Rich.
This was sat next to the Fred Meyer Gift Card we got from another friend we haven’t heard from in about six years; since we stopped playing in the SCA and she got married. (Well, they got married; they were both our friends; she’s the one who called me though. 
). This paid for some of Xmas Dinner. Thanks Santa Cassea.
