Today is my Dad’s birthday. He would have been 85.hs He died in 2024 so only made it to 83. Is that a robust old life.
One year when I was working in foster care, I asked my Dad to play Santa at the annual holiday party. He was tickled. The suit fit and he did a great job. He asked each child if they wanted to sit on his lap or stand to talk with him. He explained the history of the candy cane. He exchanged high fives, hand shakes, and hugs.
He asked each child to name their favorite reindeer. I think he told them my mum was Mrs. Claus sister, Mrs. Kerr. That’s something he would do.
Later he told me many times that this had been one of the great days of his life. I’m glad I got to make that day happen.
Everyone should have a day when they get to bring magic into the life of children. When doing so brings magic into their own lives.
Happy Birthday, Dad. I miss you.
