Four Stages of Life for a Man
1. You believe in Santa
2. You don’t believe in Santa.
3. You are Santa.
4. You look like Santa.
I am at the 4th stage of life for a man. Little children think I am Santa. I once wore a red coat and hat when picking up my granddaughter at the daycare center. She was four or five years old at the time. I was mobbed by all the children. It upset Chloe. She told everyone, “He’s my Paw Paw”! The other children thought Chloe was a very lucky girl to have Santa for a Paw Paw. I once played Santa, using a fake beard at the time, when Chloe’s Dad was a young child. He sat on my lap and looked at me intensely. His gaze said, “You look like Santa but you sound like my Dad”. I think I could probably hire myself out for the rest of the month. For those of you who may want to hire me I have one small caveat for you. I am not always jolly even though my stomach does bounce around like a bowl full of Jell-O when I laugh. I love it that children think I am Santa. I enjoy them checking me out when they see me in Target. I silently smile wondering if they are curious as to why Santa shops at Target. Before I became Santa, during my Grateful Dead days and when I had shoulder length hair, people thought I was Jerry Garcia. It is not a bad thing to be mistaken for Santa or Jerry Garcia since both people have been a source of joy for many people.
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