Santa in my Rearview Mirror

It was a sad day for my little story time kids. The Santa from last year who gave them candy canes after sitting on his knee with excited whispers of what they wanted for Christmas was clean shaven and retired. The other Santa I called had arthritis and couldn't lift even the smallest child onto his lap.
With no other Santas in the wings, I figured we'd just have to go Santa-less this year. I trudged from the library, got in my car, started the engine, checked my mirrors, AND THERE WAS SANTA WALKING ACROSS THE STREET, REFLECTED IN MY REAR VIEW MIRROR! It was a miracle, it had to be the real Santa, even though no reindeer were in sight, tiny or not. I swept out of my parking space, whipped around at the intersection, and charged down Main Street, pulling to a screeching halt next to an astonished Santa. Before he could start running, I jumped out of my car and pled my case. "Would you be Santa for my Story Time kids at the library?"
Santa was more than happy to do so, as long as it didn't interfere with finals at Snow College. (Who knew? Santa never stops learning!)
So thanks to the miracle of rear view mirrors, the Story Time kids saw Santa this year, and Santa got some coupons for free ice cream cones. You know, in case he runs out of snow at the North Pole.
Ho, ho, ho!

BY REQUEST - Here is a photo of my gypsy skirt

My Halloween Church skirt!

I've spent the last three months looking for my "add a picture" link for my blog! No... not really... I've been taking an educational vacation!
When I went to church with my coin-spangled skirt, one young lady took a look at me and began laughing. "That is exactly like the skirt I wore for Halloween!" she hooted.
Yeah, your Halloween costume is my church clothing.
Figures!