I was small then, but have kids now. Maybe that’s why this memory resurfaced, almost magically...
Though I wanted to spend Christmas together, I had spent Eve with my divorcee father. While driving me back to Mom’s, his car broke down at a diner.
It was almost empty. A heavyset, white-bearded man sat in a booth. Dad said to sit while he got help. I went to that booth and stared. He stood and placed a card between us with a wink.
“Perhaps two Christmases are better than one.” He smiled and left.
I looked down. It read ‘Nick Claus’.
Though I wanted to spend Christmas together, I had spent Eve with my divorcee father. While driving me back to Mom’s, his car broke down at a diner.
It was almost empty. A heavyset, white-bearded man sat in a booth. Dad said to sit while he got help. I went to that booth and stared. He stood and placed a card between us with a wink.
“Perhaps two Christmases are better than one.” He smiled and left.
I looked down. It read ‘Nick Claus’.