One afternoon a year my identity changes. I become Mrs. Claus. My husband is habitually Santa at a local event and after whitening his facial hair and buying books and raffle tickets, I settle down to spend the afternoon working on papers. In theory!
Indeed, this year proved to be no exception. I played games with children and learned the life histories over coffee of a number of people who visit this ostensibly family event on their own. They are not there as voyeurs but to reach out and make contact. The promise of Christmas has drawn these individuals to search for something. We should consider how we and they are searching and for what do we seek.