Columnist for a Day: Santa encounters are still magical

My first encounter with Santa was when I was 6 years old.

My parents dressed me in my new black-and-white checked coat with black patent leather shoes. They took me to a department store to see Santa for the first time. I have a picture of me sitting on Santa’s lap with an absolutely terrified expression on my face. I was no doubt thinking, “Who is this guy and why am I sitting on his lap?” I framed that picture and put it out every Christmas. It still makes me laugh every time I see it.

My next encounter with Santa happened when I was 8 years old. My Dad convinced his Moose Lodge buddy to dress up as Santa and deliver my first bicycle to our house on Christmas Eve. I was thrilled. I didn’t notice the ill-fitting Santa

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