When I was in my 30's a friend of my dads (Bulah B.) came up with a great Santa Suit that she thought would fit my dad. I believe it was 1993.
He put it on one day and him and I delivered cookies to all the older people I worked for at the time. We stopped a few different places and then Santa came to our house. More than remembering the kids reaction to him I remember the excitement he had in his heart, I remember thinking he was a perfect Santa. I can't recall if the kids knew it was him (I'll have to ask them!) but Curt remembers Lacey crying. Lindsey remembers that he brought a scooter along for each of them. Santa must have somehow known the inner wishes of their hearts to know that was the perfect gift! I never really knew if I believed in Santa or if I wanted my kids to believe in him... but I did know that their grandpa was a gift giver. Most of all he gave of his time. He had a Santa heart.
I searched for the pictures, could only find one with him and I. When I find the others I will add them.
It is not the things that can be bought
that are life's richest treasure,
It's just the little "heart gifts"
that money cannot measure...
A cheerful smile, a friendly word,
a sympathetic nod
Are priceless little treasures
from the storehouse of our God...
They are the things that can't be bought
with silver or with gold
For thoughtfulness and kindness
and love are never sold...
They are priceless things in life
for which no on can pay,
And the giver finds rich recompense
in giving them away...
I believe him to be a man who did not have a lot of silver or gold...
but what he had
he gave away.
I miss this guy and know he would be so proud of how his family has grown. If he could be Santa for one more year, put on the red suit and stop by the house...
his lap would be full!
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| This is the Moose before he put on the suit |
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