At 10:30 this morning, a stir began to go throughout the school. Santa! It came across the VHF: Santa was on his way. With coats on we all went outside to await his arrival. Soon, we could hear him. No, not the reindeer, but the Black Hawk helicopter. It was an amazing sight. When the helicopter landed, there was a cloud of snow that completely concealed it. Soon there was silence and the door opened. Out jumped a few army men/women, out came the boxes of toys/books, and finally Santa and his wife appeared. As we were standing there watching, one of my boys asked me if I knew what happened to Santa's reindeer. I answered, no. So, he explained - the reindeer were shot and eaten, and that's why Santa now uses a helicopter. Okay. . .
Slowly, Santa made his way to the younger ones who were waiting for him. After shaking hands, they brought him into the school gym where a crowd of parents and babies had assembled. The students returned to class and the babies/pre-schoolers had their pictures taken with this kind man. We had a few tears, but for the most part, everyone left happy - present, candy cane and a book in hand. We brought all the classes down, and each student had his/her turn on Santa's lap. Everyone participated - high schoolers and staff included.
After a few hours Santa had to leave. Our kindergarteners came back to tell Santa "Quyana," thank you. He then waved and said goodbye, "Piuraa." Everyone was so happy. It was one magical moment. Peace. Joy. Many happy little faces - all because of Santa Claus.
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