Four Stages Of Life For Men

 

1.       You believe in Santa

2.       You don’t believe in Santa.

3.       You are Santa.

4.       You look like Santa.

 

I am at the 4^th stage of life for a man.  Little children think I am Santa.  I once wore a red coat and hat when picking up my granddaughter at the daycare center.  She was four or five years old at the time.  I was mobbed by all the children.  It upset Chloe.  She told everyone, “He’s my Paw Paw”!  The other children thought Chloe was a very lucky girl to have Santa for a Paw Paw.  I once played Santa, using a fake beard at the time, when Chloe’s Dad was a young child.  He sat on my lap and looked at me intensely.  His gaze said, “You look like Santa but you sound like my Dad”.  I think I could probably hire myself out for the rest of the month.  For those of you who may want to hire me I have one small caveat for you.  I am not always jolly even though my stomach does bounce around like a bowl full of Jell-O when I laugh.  I love it that children think I am Santa.  I enjoy them checking me out when they see me in Target.  I silently smile wondering if they are curious as to why Santa shops at Target.  Before I became Santa, during my Grateful Dead days and when I had shoulder length hair, people thought I was Jerry Garcia.  It is not a bad thing to be mistaken for Santa or Jerry Garcia since both people have been a source of joy for many people.