Dec. 3, 2021


My dad broke my heart years ago. It all took place in a small town called Mariah Hill. I still have not fully recovered and it haunts me in a good and funny way, especially at this time of year.

It was just the two of us and we were on our way down to Evansville to look at refrigerators. As we passed through, he pointed to a nice stone home and asked if I knew who lived there. I had no clue. He explained that is where Santa Claus lived!

What? I thought my dad who was always razor sharp. He did not drink so I knew he was not gassed. He must have lost his mind. I immediately tried to help him back on the rails. I went over the North Pole, elves, reindeer as he slowly shook his head. Nearby was the park called at that time Santa Claus Land. The wonderful fellow who lived in that home played Santa at the park. His name was Jim Yellig I had sat on his lap many times and whispered my Christmas desires to him each year. As he explained, my world stared to unravel.

I think I have always been an optimist. I consoled myself out loud reminding me that there was still a tooth fairy and the Easter bunny. I guess there are some people who cannot connect the dots. The man took what was left in my fragile heart and ripped it out as well.

I cried all the way. I do not remember where we went or where we ate. I was still too traumatized. I finally got it together. I was good until we reached Mariah hill as we went home. The same house was now on my right, and I started crying right where I had left off hours earlier. I started bawling again. My dad must have felt I had mourned long enough. He told me to stop crying. I then kept making that strange sound that we make when we try to stop crying but cannot.

I remember sitting on my bed for the next 6 months shaking thinking my parents would come in my room at any minute and tell me there was no Jesus ether. Thank God that was never the case. I was almost 20, I guess it was time to tell me!

I love to tell this story. It is one of my most precious memories and I have shared it many times down through the years. I was blessed that I grew up in the church and in a Christian home.

As we enter and near this special time of year, let's all try to remember what it is all about. Those of us who do know Jesus, may we do our best through using our own God given talents to bring God glory and honor.

I wish you all God's very best which is of course, is His only Son, Jesus. May the good Lord give you favor and bless your socks off so you can be a blessing to others. Merry CHRISTmas!

Memories are perhaps the best gifts of all. Gloria Gaither

Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree. In the eyes of children, they are all 30 feet tall. Larry Wilde

He who bestows his gifts upon the poor shall have as much again, and 10 times more. John Bunyan

Do not forget to do good and to share with others, for with such sacrifices God is pleased. Hebrew 13:16