I Know I Saw Him

Stepping through the pine and holly wreathed front entrance of the homeless shelter, as a Christmas Eve snowfall decorated the city, I carried a fresh turkey, I heard joyous singing of adults and children as the warmth of the lobby with a splendid bright Christmas tree filled my spirit. There was also the voice of a baritone man with such a generous hearty laugh. I became momentarily distracted by a t.v. on low volume playing the vintage animated "Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer" movie. When suddenly a scent of peppermint and nutmeg delighted my nose, a flash of antique-red and faux fur white trim with a long curly snow-white beard swirled that sparkled with ice crystals. There was a thumping on the roof, and a resounding jingle of many bells. I felt Christmases of long ago were here again, a six year old me meticulously placing decorated sugar snowmen cookies and hot cocoa by the burning fireplace for St. Nicholas to pause and enjoy, I was soon asleep after laying down in my bed. I know I just saw him there at the shelter, the children weren't sleepy that Christmas Eve, there appeared so many presents under the tree, as their parents drank coffee finishing up servings of pumpkin pie topped with whipped cream. We can see Santa Claus year-round in so many people, you can feel him in someone's hug, in the benevolence of family, friends, and some strangers. In giving of time or charity in food, money, an embrace, someone comforting you, a pet cuddling you, I know I saw him, and so do many of you- in the Christ Child we have peace. ~