So two close family funerals in less than two months is pretty bad. Having it happen in the already hectic and family-centric months of November/December is downright shitty.
Finally, yesterday we decided to put up our tree and try to “get into the mood” of the holidays. House decorated, I took my kids to visit some family and attend a holiday light parade in a nearby town. So we’re driving down Route 95, and we see this:
Yes. Some awesome person (maybe the real Santa!?) dressed in a Santa suit and took his motorcycle out for a spin. And just to kick it up a notch, he had Mrs. Claus in a sidecar (not fully visible in this pic, because my daughter took it from the backseat. Trust me, Mrs. Claus was there).
He made eye-contact with my kids, waved, and mouthed “Ho! Ho! Ho!” at them while driving down the interstate. Seriously.
Faith in humanity (and holiday spirit) restored.
It has begun.