it starts with the sound of the sirens in the distance…
and builds as the shrill intensifies and the fire truck rounds the corner with lights flashing…
a little girl of long ago, excitedly emerges and waves as Santa drives by the house…
I am transported back many years with the same excitement filling my heart… every year!
John asked, ‘Doesn’t it look a little silly you being out here waving to Santa without any children around?’ Ah, but there is a child here!
For it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child himself.
I assume I get this charge because my parents made a big deal of Santa when we were children. My Mom and Dad did not come to know the Good News and embrace Jesus as their Savior until they were in their later years. Though Santa was never the focus of our Christmas celebration of Christ’s birth, and our grandchildren have always understood the fantasy of Santa, I think their Mom-Mom will always run out to wave as the fire truck passes by.
|A photo snapped Friday evening, just before John & I left to attend his company Christmas Party.
We had a wonderful time.