This is a Christmas post from 2010. I’m reposting it because I haven’t had time to write a new post up and my attempts at capturing our little Jenny in a Christmas ribbon failed miserably.
Have you been good?
I wonder why it was always Mo that was asked to be Santa for the children. Was it because she was more cuddly than the average male? I think so. Fortunately she could drop her voice down and sound like a man too.
There was a well known road, where we used to live, that was highly decorated at Christmas time. They had hundreds of visitors Christmas week, but on Christmas Eve the road was absolutely packed with families who brought their children to see the lights and electronically moving Christmas characters on the rooftops and in the front gardens. You could see the glow of lights from a distance, so it wasn’t hard to find the road. They would park their cars and walk the length of the road, and back again. It was a really magical time.
We hit on the bright idea, that Mo should dress up as Father Christmas (Santa) and walk up and down the road, handing out little gifts. We had noted that Santa was the only missing element, and would create the finishing touch. We went shopping and filled a sack with presents. We had no idea how this would go down with the residents, who worked so hard every year to put this wonderful show on, but we took the risk.
I made Mo’s face up and we set off. As we parked the car some people spotted Mo and made tracks over, even before Mo was out of the car. It was unbelievable! The children’s faces were a sight to see. We slowly made our way up the road, as families brought their children over to Mo. As she gave out the presents, the parents would ask where the collection box was. “It’s free” Mo would say, and then the parents faces would light up just like the children. Not because they were saving money, but because of the ‘spirit of Christmas’ they felt.
Several women made suggestive remarks to Mo, because they thought she was a man. That made us laugh, though we didn’t let on.
The following year we did it in even more style. My sister also dressed as Mother Christmas. That was another experience. Mother and Father Christmas, together! The children were so excited. Nobody ever asked who we were.
I hope somebody else continued what we started after we moved away.
A Ho, ho, ho! From Mo, Mo, Mo……………..and me