Rochester NY is known as the Lilac City. Beautiful and fragrant lilac trees throughout the city, making the spring bursting of flowers look like a sunnier continuation of winter snowstorms.
On one wintery day my parents took me for a walk. I remembered the fragrant Lilacs in Spring smelling so sweet. It was in great contrast to what I smelled now, in the depths of winter.
I smelled snow. White, fluffy, fresh snow.
The absence of odor and the blanket over the earth was spooky.
At night there was a glow. Red, green, yellow, blue, white. Red, green, yellow, blue, white. Red green, yellow, blue, white.
We went down the hill on our street named Hilary Drive. Decorated trees, tinsel sparkling, yard art appropriate for the winter and Christmas season. Candle-lined driveways. Grey smoke rising from chimneys.
It was quiet. Peaceful. I felt like a mysterious guest having descended on winter-wonderland. In my five year old mind's eye, I replayed the last night's movie of Rudolph the Red-nosed reindeer. Peacefully parading with proud parents among eager children.
We made a right turn. I had never been down this street before.
Where were the giggles coming from... Who was being amused this late at night? Why were so many children and their parents outside?
I think we were coming up to a barn or farm of some kind. The barn yard noises were here. Braying donkeys, neighing horses, barking dogs, hooting barn owls,
Patience I was told was a virtue. Do you know that means nothing to a youngster standing in line. For what? A petting zoo?
Slowly we inched forward and I heard fewer animals. What I saw was unbelievable: real life Rudolphs!
Harnessed together, we slowly passed all the reindeers of my childhood movies. But this was no movie: I heard the deep rumbles, and round laughter.
Ho Ho Ho.
There he was, on his sleigh: red velvet suited, white bearded Santa.
I saw him. In person. Waiting for me!
Santa! Hello Santa!
This article was written by guest blogger, Lou Polur.
Thanks, Lou!