Not too many years after getting my Cabbage Patch dolls, I stood in the back, watching Santa take requests. At 13, I was too embarrassed to sit on his lap, but did it anyway for the neon-paint-splattered sweatshirt and silver flats that I had been coveting all winter.
My collective memories of Santa with my family are some of my most cherished.
If there was a contest, Santa Claus most definitely would win. Sure, St. Nick gets points for showing up early; but, he doesn’t even come close to the lasting effect of the real Santa Claus making it to our Christmas Caravan every year.
Amy Gesenhues is a columnist for the Newws and Tribune in Jeffersonville, Ind. Contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org.