A reflexive action took over my soul, as thoughts of my own children, into their late 20s and early 30s, and of how impressionable they were at an early age and their wide-eyed wonderment of all things associated with the Christmas season.
I delivered to those questioning eyes the biggest smile that could be construed through my beard and gave her a wink.
As the father was turning to leave the restaurant and I made my way to the counter, the girl could be heard saying, “It is. It is Santa.” I went home that night knowing that even if for a few years, days or hours, that girl would believe she had a personal moment with Santa and would remember the glint in my winking eye.
I can’t remember a Christmas that had more of an impact on me as a father than that night in the take-out line.