Opinion/First Person: A visit from Old St. Nick (2019)
Joe Fusco Jr.
None of the younger males would dress up as Santa at the Family Xmas Party so I volunteered. A decision I immediately regretted.
My sister-in-law had put the black boots, red costume, white beard, and a square pillow in a cardboard box by the toilet. With my chronic ailments, it took almost twenty minutes to be in full regalia. Adjusting the rose-tinted glasses, I caught a blurry glimpse of my sweaty reflection in the bathroom mirror.
“Old St. Nick,” I grimaced.
There was a large Xmas bell in the box, so I grabbed the sack of toys, left the bathroom, and shook the Xmas bell to announce Santa s arrival. The bell fell apart and crumbled to the living-room floor.