Here we are December, last month of the year and the holidays to boot. The Christmas Season. A time where I give an outworldy appearance of being a scrooge. Inwardly, I enjoy Christmas and the true spirit of the season.
Doing the little things; going the extra mile to lend a helping hand or put a smile on someone's face. One thing I do and have done for the past 30 years is be Santa Claus (I have my own suit). Last week I was Santa Claus at my partner's work a Personal Care Home. The smiles on the residents faces melts my heart. They are so appreciative and excited to see me. Some of the residents follow me around singing, dancing and trying to pull my beard off.
This year I had an assistant, one of the nurse's sons went around with me handing out candy canes. Ben was so excited that when his mom tried to take him to the mall to see Santa, he told the Santa you are not real, the real Santa comes to my mom's work.
An ultimate compliment paid to me.
You are probably thinking he plays Santa Claus how can I be scrooge. Well I cannot stand the idea of buying presents for people who will not appreciate it no matter what is given. I cannot stand the idea that the gift giving is about outdoing each other to see who gets the biggest, baddest, best present of them all. The stores start advertising and selling Christmas merchandise earlier and earlier each year. By the time December 25th rolls around I am already sick of the commercialization of it.
It can be a very depressing time and I know my mental health wavers at this time of year. The simplest of things can and do bring the brightest rewards.
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