I See You: 2005

The holiday season was fast approaching and the Santa virus had hold of Mick. We used this friday afternoon to do some errands before it became impossible to leave home without attracting a crowd. Mick's beard was the right length but not exactly white enough. Still, nothing could hide the twinkle in his eye as it was with him year round. We were in a grocery store, gathering a few things. We came around the corner of the aisle to find a young boy, about three-years-old, sitting unattended in a grocery cart. The lad's eyes grew large and his tiny mouth dropped open as his arm slowly raised his pointer finger, aiming it right at Mick.

"Santa," he said.

Was it a question or a declaration? I think a little of both. Mick looked around for his parents, as it is not good to speak to unattended children. They came and were excited as their son told Santa about his favorite horse. It was a lovely encounter, heralding in the advent of the season, when we celebrate the birth of the Son of God.

Mrs. Claus