"Did you hear that?" he says standing in our front yard.
"What?" says his brother.
"What is it?"
"Don't you remember?"
A confused look and then clarity spread slowly over his countenance. "Oh whoa! Do you think it's really…. really????"
And so they watched.
And they waited.
For a minute they thought that maybe they'd be passed by this year. The sounds seemed so far off.
After an interminable wait though…
…. could it be???
Is it really….????
It's fireman Santa and his firemen elves!
Here he comes, blaring his crackly christmas tunes from the loud speaker. The sirens give a quick wail and the lights they are a-flashing.
It's magic I tell you. Magic.
It doesn't even matter that this particular Santa and these particular elves aren't really all that convincing. You see, when they get close enough for inspection, they hurl candy at the children by way of distracting them.
Works like a charm.
While the small folk are busy gathering up their sugar high and divvying it up amongst themselves, Santa is gone with a wink and a grin.
Totally cheesy, and completely the stuff that great kid memories are made of.
Thank you fireman Santa. You made our day.