No doubt the Christmas spirit is upon me. I volunteered yesterday at Dulles airport where the traveling families were thick on the the ground. I saw a young lady, perhaps five years of age. She was dressed to the nines with a pair of tall boots that incorporated some flashing lights that created new random patterns with each step. I watched her walk by with my red plaid shirt, Christmas tie and Santa Claus hat.
I said, "you have cool boots."
Her head snapped around in a classic double take and she hustled to catch up with her mom. She didn't speak to me, no doubt remembering that thing about "strangers," but I could lip read when she tugged on her mom's jacket. With big, blue eyes wide she said, "was that Santa?"
It maide my whole day.