Friday, December 24, 2010

Christmas Miracle

When I was too old to expect Santa on Christmas Eve my mom and dad decided it was time to give back. My mom made my dad the most beautiful Santa suit for my dad and made me an elf costume. We would drive around on Christmas Eve and visit families in the ward and my friends. I was an Irish Elf, Killarny. My dad named me that because when "Santa got mad..he'd kill arny". (yep, we have issues). We had this beautiful 1955 Chevy Bel Air without a heater and with hand dyed seat covers. My mom would drive while dad and I spread Christmas joy. My mom would wait in the car huddled under multiple blankets. One of my favorite visits was to my friend Jennifer who we found eating Ramen Noodle with her hands right out of the package. We looked forward to it every year. We sold the car several years later but my dad and I did our Christmas errands up until I got married. Dad still plays Santa each year for the kids. It's a treasured memory.

Today while leaving the movie theater we saw Santa and Mrs. Claus driving an 1950's Red and White Chevy. I was stopped at a stop sign waiting my turn when he drove by. I let out a shriek and a tear came to my eye as Santa and Mrs. Claus waved at me. My kids thought I was nuts, they didn't understand for a moment that this to me was my Christmas miracle, a sign from my mom that she is here and watching over my family. This sweet couple dressed in costume have no idea that they made my Christmas