Leaning over to whisper in my ear while I peddled the elliptical two days before Christmas, my friend Mike said, "Are you coming by tomorrow morning?"
"Oh, Mike, I have so much to do. It's Christmas Eve morning, you know."
"I know. But I hear you know who is supposed to show up," he said softly.
You see, four years ago when I met Mike, I called him "Santa," telling him he looked just like the real thing, he smiled as his eyes twinkled as he laughed. Then, of course, I got to know him and what his real name was. One of the kindest gentlemen I have ever met, Mike, always made me feel "special", if you know what I mean.
Well, Christmas Eve morning, I got dressed as if I was going to my early morning workout and told the Pres I wouldn't be long. Walking over to one of the ellipticals carrying his fruitcake, I couldn't help but smile. Handing him the two oatmeal raisin cookies and asking his permission to take a few pix, I hugged him as soon as he stopped peddling and smiled.
Yes, another Santa has left his imprint on my life.
After eating his cookies, he put on his red overcoat and fastened the buttons across his big round belly. Then he walked over to the front desk where he offered to pose with a few of us before.walking away, carrying his gift.
Then a few days later on my birthday, Mike appeared at the gym carrying a tin of homemade cookies...a gift from he and his wife. Along with the container was a note, which I didn't open until I got home. As much as I love cookies, it was the note that touched my heart.
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