My biggest memory of Santa is/was, they all had fake beards, unlike now days, where they all have real beards. I’ve had my beard long and it’s white, so much that one day, as I was getting gas, a little kid said “Santa!” I just laughed and it made my day.
I was going to go skydiving once, many years ago. I was unsure if I’d like it and was wondering about it. What stopped me was, for some reason, my credit card wouldn’t go through on their website. I saw that as an “omen” and didn’t do it.
When I was a kid in the 50s, almost every department store had a Santa, that you could tell what you wanted for Christmas. I haven’t seen a Santa in decades. Sad.
My Dad was in the Marines and served from 38-46. He was in the South Pacific but that’s all I know. He never talked about it and he passed before I turned 17. He never saw me join the Marines and serve from 68-70, stationed at Chu Lai 68-69 1st MAW MAG 12. And before anyone thanks me, please welcome me home first, since we never were.
My wife HATES roaches so much, she cringes when she sees them in bug spray commercials.