Recently I was doing a Santa Visit for a local Daycare. I asked the first child what she wanted for Christmas. She said, "Sarah should go first." So Sarah came up and I asked her what she wanted for Christmas. She whispered in my ear, "for my baby brother not to have cancer anymore." I told her, "Santa can't take away the cancer but I will talk to your doctors and see what we can to to help him." She gave me a hug and jumped down.
I asked the next child what he wanted and he whispered, "for Sarah's brother not to have cancer anymore." I repeated the same thing to him that I had said to Sarah. Well the next child came up and I asked her what she wanted and she whispered, "for Sarah's brother not to have cancer anymore." This went on for the whole class of 23 kids. At the end, the teachers were all crying and I was a bit teared up myself. I told the kids that they had found the true meaning of Christmas. It was to care for and love each other.
As I left the room Tiny Tim's words came to my mind as I thought about the children...
"God bless us, everyone!"
Monday, December 21, 2015
Saturday, December 19, 2015
Children, the Magic of Christmas
I was doing a number of appearances at a local
daycare this week. The kids would sing for their families then I would come in,
bells ringing and do a magic trick for them. After this we would do a class
picture, then I would hand out candy canes and wish them a merry Christmas.
On
one day as I sat down for the class picture, a younger sister of one of the
kids in the class came up and climbed on my lap. The mom came quickly and got
her.
We got ready for the class picture when up she
came again climbing on my lap. She was
determined to talk to SANTA! I asked them to wait for a minute and I
asked her what she wanted for Christmas. She happily told me she wanted a
Disney Dolly. She gave me a hug and returned to her seat (to a loud
"awwwww" from the crowd.)
Children
are the true Magic of Christmas.
Friday, December 18, 2015
My "Scott Calvin" Moment
Children Know...
I was walking into a store in my plain clothes to do a little Christmas shopping. Now I do not grow a beard or moustache to be Santa since I am a full time magical performer the rest of the year.
Well a little boy came running up to me yelling "Santa, Santa!" He hugged my leg and called me Santa. His mom quickly came up and got him. "I am sorry! He said you had a Santa belly so he thought you were him." I laughed and told her it was all right. I then asked him if he had been a good boy. He said he had. I told him that I knew Santa and would let him know.
Even when I'm not dressed as Santa, I'm still Santa!
Santa is Your Friend
I had the opportunity to be Santa for a local library today. I was sitting there with children and families coming by telling me what they wanted for Christmas and posing for pictures. I had a young teenage girl come up. She was staring at her feet. Her mother was smiling and talking brightly to her.
She sat on my lap and let her mom and take her picture. Then I asked her what she wanted for Christmas. She stared at the floor and I heard a sniffle. As a tear fell and hit my boot she quietly said "to go with you to the North Pole." A little startled and concerned, I asked her why. She responded, "because people are nice there." I lifted her chin and told her I was sorry, but no human had ever been there. She sniffle and said "OK." I quickly told her, "Remember that Mrs. Claus and I love you and we will always be your friends." To this she started to sob and placed her head on my shoulder.
She cried for about a minute and the library helper and her mother came forward to get her. I raised my hand to stop them. After a bit she stopped and said, "thanks Santa." I told her again that Santa loved her and she left with a smile on her face. I never found out what had bothered her so much, but she seemed to appreciate me telling her that I loved her which touched my heart.
Santa is a friend to everyone.
She sat on my lap and let her mom and take her picture. Then I asked her what she wanted for Christmas. She stared at the floor and I heard a sniffle. As a tear fell and hit my boot she quietly said "to go with you to the North Pole." A little startled and concerned, I asked her why. She responded, "because people are nice there." I lifted her chin and told her I was sorry, but no human had ever been there. She sniffle and said "OK." I quickly told her, "Remember that Mrs. Claus and I love you and we will always be your friends." To this she started to sob and placed her head on my shoulder.
She cried for about a minute and the library helper and her mother came forward to get her. I raised my hand to stop them. After a bit she stopped and said, "thanks Santa." I told her again that Santa loved her and she left with a smile on her face. I never found out what had bothered her so much, but she seemed to appreciate me telling her that I loved her which touched my heart.
Santa is a friend to everyone.
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
My "Miracle on 34th Street" Moment
I was appearing as Santa at a party for a company that I've performed
at for the last 5 years. I was sitting
there as usual having the kids come tell me what they want for Christmas and
posing for pictures, when out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a young lady
in her 20's who came acting very excited to see me. She stood there talking with her co-workers
and excitedly pointing at me. Finally,
when there was a lull in the crowd she eagerly she came and sat on my
knee. I asked her what she wanted for
Christmas and I could tell by her accent that she was not from America. So I
asked her where she was from originally and she said she was from Austria.
Well, my second language just so happens to be German, so I
started to speak to her in her native language much to her surprise! She quickly responded back to me in kind that
she didn't know I spoke German and I responded that of course Santa knows
German. With a big grin and a sparkly
tear in her eye, she told me that what she wanted most for Christmas was to go
back to Austria to visit. I didn't
exactly know how I could respond to that request, so instead I asked her what
her favorite memory was of Christmas back home in Austria. She got a faraway look in her eyes and told
me how she used to love to sing Christmas songs as a child.
Without hardly thinking, I started to sing, "Kling,
Gretchen, Kling" (one of the Christmas songs that I knew that German speaking
children sang). She immediately joined me and we sang the song together. When
we finished, she smiled, clapped her hands and gave me a big hug. She said that besides going back to Austria,
I had just given her the best Christmas gift she could have gotten.
As she walked away, I thought of the scene in the movie,
"A Miracle on 34th Street" where Kris Kringle is able to speak to the
little Dutch girl and then they sing a Christmas song together in Dutch. I chuckled to myself.
Saturday, December 5, 2015
Santa is the Good Guy
Today I was
Santa Claus and
I made a toddler cry.... Well no, not really - his parents did. I was Santa for Oakwood Homes in their model home open house. Benjamin came in with
his family to visit Santa, and he walked right up to me and indicated that he wanted
up. I picked up this 2 year old little boy and sat him on my knee, and he just
sat there. Not a word did he speak, he
just sat there on my lap, happy as you please. No one else was waiting to see
me at the moment, so I did not put him down. I tried to talk to him, but he didn’t respond. So we just sat there together.
Then the meanest person in the whole world
came into the room to remove him from where he was so happy - His Mom! Oh what screaming and wailing as she took him
off my knee. “Snnnaanta help!” was his cry. Off they went, Benjamin still screaming and
reaching out for me, “Snnaanta help!” Well it
finally became quiet, when suddenly from the other room my little friend came
running in and LEAPED into my arms. Not one
word did he speak, he just sat there, happy and contented. Then a co-conspirator
in the meanness came in and ripped him away from his Snnaanta - his Dad. The screaming started all over again, but this time, to
Santa’s sadness, my little friend was dragged out of the house for good.
It’s fun to be the good guy!
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