The year was 1974. It was ‘our’ first Christmas (the ‘our’ being Patty and me). I probably wouldn’t have included this story in my blog, but how could I leave out my one and only Christmas story that had a direct connection to Oz?
On Santa’s Lap
Ted McMartin had lost his job in the second week of October. And although his job hadn’t been much, it did help him and his wife meet the monthly expenses, cover the hospital costs for their recently born second child, and clothe and feed Keith, their five-year old son.
As fall turned into winter it didn’t look like a job would come calling for Ted, but he continued walking the streets looking for a job…and finding nothing until one day when he came upon an ad for a part-time position as a department store Santa Claus.
Ted applied for the job…and got it.
Two days before Christmas, Keith was amongst the many boys and girls on line to see Santa Claus. Ted could feel his heart beat faster as he saw Keith get closer and closer.
It was bad enough, Ted thought, not to be able to buy Keith any Christmas presents, but now he might wind up spoiling the magic of the season by shattering his son’s belief in Santa Claus.
When it was finally Keith’s turn to hop on Santa’s lap, Ted looked down at his son. He had never stopped to realize how beautiful a gift his son was to him.
Ted smiled down on Keith as he picked him up and sat him down on his lap.
And for what seemed like an eternity to Ted, Keith just looked up at him. “The game is up,” Ted thought, “he recognizes me.”
But if he did, Keith never let on. All Ted saw was a sparkling smile on his son’s face that advertised the wonder and magic of childhood.
“Santa.” Keith said, “Will you be coming to my house this year?”
“Sure,” Ted answered in his best Santa voice. “Why do you ask?”
“I heard my daddy say there wasn’t going to be a Christmas at our house this year. He said we didn’t have any money.
“Don’t you go worrying yourself. Everything will work out. Santa will take care of everything.”
Ted sounded so convincing; he almost began to believe himself.
“Well,” Keith told Santa, “if you do come, would you bring something to make my mommy and daddy happy. And bring some toys for my baby sister.”
“What about you? Don’t you want anything?”
“I just want one thing. A Tin Man.”
“A Tin Man?”
“You know. The Tin Man. From The Wizard of Oz.”
“A Tin Man?” Ted wondered. “How am I ever going to get Keith a Tin Man?”
Keith looked up at Ted waiting for a response.
“I’ll do my best.”
Keith said, “I know you will”, as he stretched up past Santa’s whiskers and planted a kiss on his cheek.
“I love you, Santa,” he said.
Well, needless to say, Ted couldn’t find a Tin Man for Keith, but he did get him a copy of The Wizard of Oz book.
If Keith was disappointed in not getting a Tin Man for Christmas, he didn’t let the disappointment show. Instead he announced how happy he was to get the book, and happier still that Ted took the time to read it to him.
All that happened way back in 1940….before the Second World War, before Korea, and before Viet Nam. It happened before all the myths had been destroyed.
This year fate returned in the guise of 1940. Ted McMartin, age 61, was forced to take early retirement, and Keith, age 39, was sidelined from work while his company was out on strike.
It looked like it was going to be a lean Christmas. There would still be the exchange of gifts, only this year it would be an exchange of smaller and fewer gifts.
Ted and Keith had always made a big thing about exchanging gifts with each other. With childlike enthusiasm they would tear into the gifts they had given each other. And this year was no different.
Ted and Keith handed each other the single gift they had been able to afford to buy this year. They ceremoniously tore the wrapping off their gifts, and simultaneously opened the boxes.
Ted pulled his gift out of the box and Keith did the same. They looked at their gifts, then up at each other.
Ted had finally lived up to Santa’s promise by giving Keith a statue of the Tin Man. Keith had given his father the same gift.
As Ted and Keith admired their shiny silver statues, Keith moved over to his father.
“I knew that one day you’d make good on your promise,” Keith told his father. He then bent down and kissed his father on the cheek.
“I love you….Santa Claus,” was all Keith said, and all he had to say.
(Note: You know you’re old when black and white photos from your childhood have turned a sepia tone.)