Hi, howareya?

Hi, howareya?

by Russell Richardson, member of St. Nicholas', Tahoe City

This article first appeared in the Sierra Sun.


One evening in the winter of an early-adolescent year, when girls and hormones and bullies and hormones and middle school in general ensured life was as dramatically miserable as possible, while my mom drove us home in the full-size Bronco I would later take to college, I took a step toward adulthood by saying, “I know Santa's not real, but still, this Christmas, I...” and she cut me off.

What did I mean Santa's not real? Look around! People are singing and whistling. People who rarely talk to each other are making an effort to do so. So-and-so is being nice to his wife and kids. People are giving presents to each other and making donations to people they don't even know. And when people get together, they make an effort to be happy. It doesn't always work, but they try. They try to be happy and they try to see the best in each other. That's the spirit of St. Nicholas, of Father Christmas, the warm, happy glow of Christmas. Maybe there's not a fat man in a red velvet suit like you see on commercials, but don't say the spirit of Christmas doesn't exist.

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