A final thought: When I began this, I saw it as simply something fun to do. But something happened, something wonderful. While wearing the "Red Suit" and greeting Santa believers, something changed within me. Now we all know how children bring toy lists and tell Santa their wishes—so do a few adults! I have heard such heartfelt memories of days long gone, stories about fathers who once donned the beard and coat, who passed away after years of bringing that magical moment on Christmas Eve. All I can say is, while I always believed in the spirit of Santa Claus, I had forgotten how to believe like a child does until now.
I am not Santa; I am simply an old man with a big beard, a red suit and a heart which has grown three sizes. I am not Santa, but I get to represent the best there is. I get to bring hope and love. I am not Santa, until a child recognizes me and then I am all of that and more.
Thank you, Santa Claus for letting me see through your eyes something I never imagined was so abundant: Love and Hope.