This past weekend, Santa made his rounds on the fire truck, riding through the neighborhood, wishing us all a happy holiday, and providing us each with a candy cane (If you walked to the end of the driveway to say hello back, and of course I did!). I love the idea that towns still do this. What is it about the association of Santa and a fire truck?
When I was little, growing up in Allenhurst, Santa would come on the fire truck and give each of us a large holiday decorated brown paper bag filled with candy, fruit, and one large gift (nothing cheesy). I loved those days! We never had any clue who the Santa was being played by, nor did we care. Those days are long gone, and now a simple candy cane is tossed out to the kids, but how cool is it that the tradition of Santa on a fire truck still exists?
While living in Europe, Jim and I took the kids up to northern Germany to a British Air Force (on the Holland border) base for a holiday party. St. Nick parachuted onto the base via a helicopter, with many “Black Peter’s” parachuting in with him. Black Peters are mischievous helpers with black faces. The kids had a ball, and were thrilled to be a part of this European (Dutch) tradition. I am not sure if the kids remember this day, although Caitlin might.
This is the thing I love about holidays; the creation of so many wonderful memories with family and friends.
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