Growing up on the farm in Kansas, Santa would visit our home while my family was attending a worship service on Christmas Eve. The year I was four, after opening all our gifts, there was a knock at the door. My father opened the door and in walked Santa Claus!
each of my family members an orange from his bag, he approached me to
wish me Merry Christmas while giving me a hug and a kiss. His breath
smelled of alcohol and he was wearing bright red lipstick. After he
left, I noticed he had gotten lipstick all over the hair and face of my
brand new doll. I spent the rest of Christmas Eve crying while my mother
tried unsuccessfully to remove the lipstick.
It wasn't until I
was a teenager that I learned the identity of Santa. He was the owner of
the only restaurant in town and before he traveled the community that
Christmas Eve, he had indulged in a few too many drinks. Mr. Blaske
passed away many years ago but I will forever have a wonderful memory of
the Christmas Eve I had a visit from Santa.