Santa is for kids! So what is an old grizzly like me doing
with a write-up on Santa? Not that I was forced into this or dragged into a
confrontation with this jolly old feller with a contagious holler. It’s still
November and he should be up in the North Pole making a list and
checking it twice, while making sure that Rudolf has enough hay to prepare him
for the long flight.
I think he took a break long enough to come to Bangkok for a
visit. This time he drove a Honda Civic and landed on the parking lot at Yanhee
hospital. Even if the hospital has a chimney, I know Dr. Supot won’t like the
idea of a Christian icon crashing into his Buddhist edifice.
Herr Santa as I found out has an achtung-sawasdee khap
accent with a fine holler of a laughter. He stands at least 6 feet tall, has
short-cropped hair and doesn’t have the flowing white beard, just a couple of a
few days-old stubble of an unshaved chin.
What was he doing in my house? Well he ate dinner with us
and exchanged some news about what he has been doing up north, which included
the discovery of about 300 orphans just across the border into Burma from
Mae Saang. After dinner we had a few Beerlaos and then he left with a big and
warm handshake. That handshake made no mistake that he was indeed old Santa,
coz he left some crisp paper with the image of King Bhumibol in my palm.
Last Christmas I did a write-up about my predicament and how
I would spend a very much different Christmas from my usual. This year would
not be the same coz I would be able to give some presents to my family and some
poor neighbors on our soi. Thanks to Herr Santa and to the God that we both
serve.
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