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Meet the real Santa Clause
I have had the privilege of meeting award winning authors and artists. I've hung out with heroic police and brave firemen and have even been rescued by Superman, so it should have come as no surprise that one day I'd meet Santa.
He's much thinner than I had expected.
Santa came into my life while he was dressed up like an ordinary stranger in my local Target store. I didn't even recognize him.
I had found the "big gift" I was going to get my daughter for Christmas, this year a My Little Pony castle set, which had rebelled against riding on my lap by slipping onto the floor. Santa happened to be in the same area and he offered to put the box in his basket so it wouldn't fall again. I must admit I was a bit suspicious since it was shortly before Thanksgiving and the crazy black Friday stuff, but I am not in the habit of letting suspicions rule out free help, so in his basket the set went.
He then stated something even more suspicious, that "it might be kind of weird, but he'd like to buy my Christmas presents." I told him it was definitely weird, but as I've mentioned, I don't turn down free help. He wanted me to get more stuff, and as we shopped I told him about my kids and one of the presents I wanted to wrap for my daughter and the Scotch brand tape wrapping contest I wanted to enter with it (video of her opening it below).
He told me his real name, Elvis, which is about as unbelievable a name as Chris Cringle, and told me about his wife and kids, and why he helps people. Typically he helps anonymously but he couldn't really with me.
It turns out that Santa is a regular guy, just like anyone reading this. He follows the same philosophy as one of the signs I put on my chair. Start where you are, use what you have, do what you can.
While we shopped he asked me if I wanted anything, but honestly, I was so thankful for him buying my kids' presents that I couldn't think of anything I wanted or needed for me. I finally let him buy me lots of Scotch tape and some wrapping paper.
After checkout we determined that instead of duct-taping the stuff to my chair for the ride home, I'd call him when I got to my house, and he'd bring the stuff over.
I danced with excitement and thanksgiving in my heart as I went back home. I couldn't believe I had been the recipient of such an incredible random act of kindness from a complete stranger.
When I got home I let him know, and soon after Santa appeared at my door with presents for my kids. He brought them in, as well as a special gift for me. After I'd left him at Target, he'd gone back in and bought me a Bose speaker and accessories for it.
We talked some more, and it turns out he is an engineer. Everyone knows Santa is an engineer already? Well, excuse me, but I don't know if I'm more excited that I know Santa, or that I made friends with an engineer. Crazy dancing cripples with Mr. Gadget wheelchairs need to have at least one engineer on their hypothetical payroll.
Anyway, that night I made the video below. It still seems unreal, but imagine if more people would use their talent, money, or whatever else they had to help others?
I don't have the money to buy someone's Christmas presents, but I have sidewalk chalk to write positive messages around town with. I also have a new Bose speaker to dance around with and make people smile. What do you have that you could use today to help make the world a better place? If you can't think of anything, join my movement and dance wherever you see me dancing, or with the dance video below.
It doesn't take a million Santa's to change the world. All it takes is starting where you are, using what you have, and doing what you can, to change the world one smile at a time.
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