As much as I am hating having to go to work today, I feel worse for Santa.
The man is about to pull an allnighter and he is definitely not getting any younger.
He has to keep up with all of the latest trends in toys and gifts and he has to deliver everything in one night, without making noise, sneaking into homes through the smallest of crevices. It is an impossible proposition and yet he gets it done every year.
And he makes children, for the most part, laugh and find joy in the most beautiful season of the year: their Christmas break from school.
Santa evokes memories of our own childhood Christmas days where the presents received are but a faint recollection – what remains is the nostalgic longing for yesteryear where Santa and his elves once played such a big role.
Santa is the man.
Tomorrow morning, the hearts of parents everywhere will use their love cameras to imprint the pictures of their children’s faces as they open Santa’s wares. It will be a once-in-a-lifetime moment, never to be seen again until the following year, for as long as their kids remain kids.
Santa works really, really hard. It’s not even about the presents anymore.
It is about his presence.
And I, like many others, can’t wait until he visits my house tonight while visions of sugarplums crowd my slumber dreams.
Merry Christmas to one and all.