I was walking through the Downtown Plaza. Just wondering around after looking at the clothes washer I was going to buy.
As I walked by the Santa Booth. This guy smiled at me and sort of waved at me and started to walk toward me. I smiled and waved back. I tried my best to recognize him.
In my head were Bowling faces, soccer faces, chess faces, former work related faces flashing through my mind.
Not a clue to who it could be. He had a full grey beard not quite white, a nice smile and bright glistening eyes without any glasses.
Oh yeah, he was wearing red pajamas with black boots and a black belt.
He put his hand out to me and I reluctantly reached out to shake it, and I said, "I'm sorry I just don't recognize who you are."
"That's OK. I'm Santa Claus," he says with a grin.
"Oh . . . Oh yeah. But that isn't quite what I meant."
"I'm fine. How are you?" Before he could speak I said, "Wait a minute. Since you are Santa I have a question to ask you. Where is the Red Radio Flyer Wagon you promised me."
"I promised you a wagon? It must have slipped my mind."
"Sure, you said you would bring it to me on Christmas of 1946. It was a Red Flyer, I waited and waited but you must have forgotten."
"Well It must have slipped up in the cracks. I just can't promise you another one now, there are to many delays."
"Well nice to have met you again Santa. Merry
Christmas to you. Bye."
We shook hands again and each went on our merry way.I
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Where the Heck Is My Red Wagon?
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