Miner's Hamburgers: 2004

In November, after visiting our daughter's family, we stopped by Miner's hamburgers for a bite to eat. It has a very large waiting room and many workers. We were dressed in our regular cloths and my husband's hair had turned white. As we entered, the workers stopped, turned and started talking to him about Santa things. We got our order and sat down to eat. It seemed like everyone was watching us. Children moved around to see us. Adults smiled. I got up to go to the bathroom. My husband said I was whispered about as I passed. I had my hair up in a bun, but didn't look out of the ordinary.

As we were leaving, three families asked if they could take their picture with both of us. They used their cell phones to take the pictures. My husband said I couldn't get away from it. I was Mrs. Santa. This was even before we did the Christmas Memories event.

Mrs Claus