Hm...
On Friday I went to see SANTA CLAUSE!!! (Claus??) with Sarah + her family. :) MUUCH fun. At first I was all depressed and whatnot because I didn't feel right... kinda complicated... but then I decided to just STOP moping around, chill out, and be happy. So Sarah and I went up to see the big feller in his sled together, and Sarah's mom was like, "They're just going to say hi," because she thinks we're too old and everything. Psh! Of course not. But this guy is just soo believable. I mean, for YEARS more than I should've, I believed in Santa Clause because of him! Merrifield Santa, for those of you that don't know him. So we take a picture with him, and then he makes Sarah and me lean up against the front of the sled, facing away from everyone and TOWARDS him! He was gonna talk to us!! I mean, I thought it was gonna be a quick hello and then we'd have to go, but yay! Okay, it sounds juvenile, but this would've been my first year without Santa since... forever. Aah. Anyway, he was like, "So you understand about Christmas?" He didn't ask if we still believed in him, if we believed in God, just that we understood. We nodded, and I felt like crying so bad. I mean, I was standing there, the sound of impatient babes in the background, in Santa's sleigh. Just in some summer time garden warehouse decked out for "the season," and I could feel my eyes burning. I don't know, just the way he is, it moved me to tears. Then he told Sarah and me to put out our shoes, that we'd get something from our church, and to hang "this ribbon" from the tree. I thought I'd never get one of those things again. :) And I found out later, talking to Sarah, that she had felt like crying, too. For the first time in a long time, it really felt like Christmas.
Anna