Mrs. Claus came for a visit. She’s definitely on the nice list.
A few months ago, I was asked to become a volunteer Santa at Delray’s spectacular holiday display at Old School Square.
It was an honor and one that I shared with several close friends who were also asked to put on the red suit and greet scores of children who come to “Santa’s House” located right next to the famous 100 foot Christmas tree.
It may sound silly, but playing Santa is a big deal.
My good friend Jim Nolan nailed the role for years and years and he told me how special the experience was for the children who sit on Santa’s lap and for Santa himself.
It’s a magical experience to hold a baby for a photo as they prepare for their first Christmas and watch new parents glow with joy.
It’s also very special to meet a vast array of beautiful children who believe in Santa with every ounce of love in their hearts.
But before I tell you how wonderful it all was—the hugs, the smiles, the awe you see in a child’s eyes, the offbeat questions (are Reindeer’s smarter than dogs?) and yes the ones who see you and hide in their mom’s arms —I have a confession to make.
The whole experience stressed me out.
I’m not one to put on a red suit, white wig, beard and gloves. It’s just not me.
And so I was stressed out about my four hour shift last Sunday night.
Would I make a credible Santa? Could I answer the questions? Could I ask the right ones to draw out the shy children and encourage them to share their Christmas wish lists?
We did receive training at the beautiful home of Charles and Elise Johnson that featured an actual graduate of Santa School. (There is such a thing). We learned to “Ho Ho Ho” and how to handle difficult questions and what to do if a child was frightened by the Santa experience. Our instructor looked exactly like the real thing and during the social part of the training showed me his drivers license. It read S. Claus. Could it have really been him?
Maybe.
Anyway, let’s just say I was nervous.
Aside from the desire to deliver for the kids, there’s the logistics of the assignment.
Wearing a beard and a warm suit for several hours is not an easy thing in Florida. And I will forever sympathize with the Santa’s I encounter from here on out.
Several of the toddlers I met enjoyed touching the beard and then had trouble getting untangled. Good thing it wasn’t real hair or it might have hurt.
Anyway, I absolutely loved the experience. And it was an experience.
My excellent helper/photographer Rachel and I met with children of all ages including several grandmas (one wanted a grandpa for Christmas), 20 somethings (one asked for a 1965 Chevy Impala and the other asked for world peace) and a homeless woman who just wanted a hug—that wish was granted.
All in all it was a magical experience. Not sure I will repeat it, but if you haven’t tried it I highly recommend it. Just make sure you can find an air-conditioned space to sit and a comfortable white beard.
