It’s that time of year again, and hidden amidst the gazillion catalogs are the holiday cards. I love to get them. I always felt badly about not sending anything in return and envious of mothers who managed to put together the family photo shoot and sign and send. If you’re reading this and wondering why you weren’t on my holiday card list, that’s because there was no list.
I just never got it together. The best I could do was an Instagram video of my dog.
Yesterday, I found an old photo that would have made the perfect card. It’s at least twenty-five years old. I didn’t use it then. It’s a good time to use it now. That’s three- year old Ariela sitting on Santa’s lap. The photo was taken at the holiday party at Ariela’s preschool, the early intervention program at UCLA. You can’t see much of Santa’s face, but it’s the same color as his large, dark brown hands. Santa was a UCLA undergrad. I can’t remember his name or what position he played on the Bruins football team. He volunteered at the preschool.
I love this photo, because it reminds me of Ariela’s happy times at UCLA. She especially liked the parties. They were always celebrating something. She loved Santa. All the kids did. He was jolly and fat, but not too fat to have a lap. And he was fun. Every child got a gift. She didn’t care what color his skin was. The colors of her clothes were the only colors that mattered to her. (At the time, pinks and purples were her favorites.) Skin color was irrelevant. Like most preschoolers, she only cared how someone treated her. Were they kind? Patient? Silly? Did they give her presents? I can’t believe any three-year old gives a damn about skin color. Unless, of course, that three-year old is on Twitter.
What you may not realize from the photo is that this Santa is holding her up. Without his caring hands, Ariela would have toppled over. That’s enough to make even this Jewish mother believe in Santa.
I love Santa because he comes in all shapes, colors, and sizes. Well, I also love him for other reasons. Something to do with mommy kissing Santa Claus…. 😀
A reminder that these small acts of kindness have a tremendousdous impact.
Thanks for reading.
Wow! This is one of the best photos I’ve seen of Ariela – her eyes so clear and excitement on her face, dressed like the fashion plate she was. All of us can remember that feeling of the magic of Santa. Ariela didn’t care about his color, and he apparently didn’t care about her disabilities. Love is what you (and the rest of us) are there for. Thanks, Santa.
Nice to know people like you still believe.
Love the photo of Ariela! She was truly “Beautiful”. Another terrific post…I know 2017 will be a record for posts.