Since Hubby has started playing Santa for the Christmas season, I wanted to share this story from the past.
One year, the last day of school before Christmas break, Val was driving her car to school when she ran in the ditch. As she was about to make a call for help on her cell phone, two men drove up in a four-wheel drive pickup.
“Can we pull you out?” they offered.
She was much obliged. As one of them was getting a chain from the back of his
truck, another vehicle pulled up.
“What happened here?” a round man in a
full white beard, red suit, and red hat trimmed in white fur asked.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Val immediately
displayed her disdain for this jolly old elf.
The two strangers pulled her car out
of the brush on the side of the road and the man in red handed them a
twenty. “Ho, ho, ho. Thank you so much for helping this little girl. Buy
yourselves some beer with the money.”
I don’t know what these two young men
thought, but they took the bill, nodded their thanks and drove off. Val gave
Santa one last scowl before driving off herself.
It would take her years to see the humor in the whole situation. What kind of Santa gives somebody money for beer? In her mind it would have been so much less embarrassing if her step-dad, on his way to a Santa gig, would have just kept driving.
But that was our Val.
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