December 17, 2008 I saw Sarah kissing Santa Claus.
Really, I did! Well, hugging him, anyway. But it's not what you think, unless you saw the same musical program I saw Sunday evening.
In the script, a group of kids waited in line to lay their wish lists on Santa. Somewhat taken aback by his disagreeable attitude, the children tossed around various possibilities for why he might be grumpy. "Maybe he doesn't know about Jesus," someone finally ventured.
Borrowing a few things from Santa's stash as props (big candy canes for shepherd's crooks, a doll for Mary to hold), they proceeded to tell him. Costumes seemed to appear out of nowhere so some of the teens could robe up right there on stage for their impromptu presentation.
When it seemed that Santa wasn't really hearing what they were saying, they showered him with concern and compassion.
In the middle of all the interaction, a little girl named Sarah gave him a great big hug right around the middle. That, along with all the other acts of love the kids showed him, finally penetrated his facade, and he was able to share the grief and brokenness that had been weighing him down. In a touching moment, the big man in the red suit bowed before the Babe in the manger.
And that's what I wanted to tell you about Sarah kissing Santa. I hope it does to your Christmas season what it did to mine.