Since my first born was able to comprehend Santa Claus, I have lied about Santa Claus. A good lie. The lie has continued to present day. More than fifty years.
Probably to boost my image in their eyes, I have repeated the same lie every year to my children and grandchildren. The grandchildren are now all adults, except for Robert and Ally. The lie is that Santa Claus is my friend. We talk on the phone all the time. I have even arranged for Santa Claus to telephone me while one or two of them were with me. It was proof that Santa and I were buddies.
Every Christmas, I arrange for Santa Claus to visit where ever I am at dinner time Christmas Eve. The kids knew he was coming. He was my friend! They waited excitedly. When he arrived, he would talk with each of them. Of course he knew all their secrets, whether they had been good or bad, etc.
I prepped Santa Claus each year to greet me as…..Louis, my friend!….. as he embraced me.
I think it may be the end of the line. The lie may not be able to be perpetrated further.
Last night Robert and Ally sat down in front of me and asked…..Poppa, how is Santa Claus your friend? I made up some cock and bull lie. Another one. Oh, the web we weave when first we seek to deceive.
I am not sure they accepted my answer. Both were very serious during the conversation.
I have a feeling that between now and Christmas, Robert and Ally will sit me down to tell me the truth. They are 10 and 9 respectively. It is time.
Friday night in Key West was packed. Bikers in town. Beautiful big expensive bikes all over. Black leathered bikers and their ladies attired in leather. A sight to see!
I had a drink at the Chart Room. Emily told me the Wine Galley had been redone and was open for business. I took a walk over.
The Wine Galley and I go back at least 20 years. When I first went, it was Bobby Nesbitt’s room. Every week without fail. The room was smaller than it is now. However, comfortable and intimate. Then it was Larry Smith’s room. The Wine Galley was redone and made larger.
Now the Wine Galley is no one’s room. There is neither place nor room for a piano.
The new Wine Galley is stunning. Magnificent. A cocktail lounge. Sexy. The room was packed with biker/tourists last night.
Although spectacular, the new Wine Galley cannot stand up to the room when it was Bobby Nesbitt’s and Larry Smith’s. There was something missing last night.
Stopped at Don’s Place on the way home. Jimmy was there. A different Jimmy from yesterday’s blog. Jimmy I met first years ago at the Southernmost Complex. He was a handyman/gardener. Lisa worked there six years. They became friends. Jimmy also played bocce thursday nights for years, though no more.
Jimmy is now retired. I had not seen him in several years. He came over and greeted me with …..You’re Lisa’s father!
It was good to see Jimmy again.
At 12:30 today, the Syracuse/Maryland football game. Syracuse back to a 1 1/2 point favorite. Big deal! I have a feeling we have better team this year and we will win this game by more than a couple of points.
I will be watching the game at Don’s Place.
Today is Keith’s birthday. Happy birthday, Keith! There is a small bash as 7 tonight at Don’s Place in his honor.
Enjoy your day!
When the time came, I read my son “Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.” If you are not familiar with it, Google it. You will find it easily.
“I think it may be the end of the line. The lie may not be able to be perpetrated further.”
My own “fib” as I prefer that over a lie which sounds mean (which as Lou notes it is not) ended when my future scientist son examined the chimney at lentgh at 6 or 7 and stated “impossible.” That was it for everyone but his youngest sister who didn’t know what impossible meant.
I’m the relative no one wants around at Christmas time. I NEVER lie. Period. I’m going to spend enough time in Purgatory for all my other sins, I don’t want to add more. Especially not to little children. (How do they know which of your answers they can trust?)
As a fat old white guy injineer, I have many illustrative examples of things that exist but can NOT be seen: wind, electricity, love, water vapor, etc. etc. etc.
So to the question, “is there a Santa Claus?”, I have to honestly answer: “I don’t know. Never seen him, but then I’ve never seen the wind or electricity. But a lot of folks much smarter than I say he does, so my mind is open. Now Pink Elephants, I am sure exist because I know I saw them in College.”
Everyone rolls their eyes, and has a good laff.
Good luck, in Purgatory, for your fibs!
Never seen Purgatory either, though some insists it exists, full of old ladies and men, children and babies I guess who never converted. Never seen a wormhole either, though my son the scientist insists they exist; primarily because they can run equations using real world data taken from the Cosmos via tools such as the Hubble that demonstrates they do, consistent with scientific law and theory.
Still no equations on Purgatory, just millennia of talk and admonishment from a rather large organization. Funny thing, a lot of their leadership through history to this very day did things far worse than lying….guess they get a purgatory pass as insiders.
Hmmm, and I thought purgatory was out of business. But, what do I know.