A few years ago our Firehouse Santa switched to a donation method of visiting the good little boys and girls in our part of town. Basically the moms (and dads, I suppose) in the know paid a fee to have Santa drive by their house slowly while shouting "Ho Ho Ho."
I learned this when our neighbor paid for a visit.
Prior to that, Santa would drive through every single street in our section of town (there are three fire departments in town: Lawrenceville, Lawrence Road, and Slackwood), yet still missed going in front of our house due to a quirk in our streets. I would hear the sirens for hours, maybe even days, as they drove through the neighborhood.
As Facebook became a thing mostly used by suburban moms, there would be many posts asking where he was. I think Santa even had a tracker on the firehouse website.
The experience always brought back memories of growing up and seeing Firehouse Santa.
It also made me smile.
Last weekend while sitting down to eat dinner we heard a lot of honking -- friendly honking, as if a parade was happening.
But not any sirens.
How odd?
We saw some flashing lights turn into our neighborhood so I quickly put on some shoes (fortunately the arctic freeze hadn't happened yet) and caught St. Nicholas himself, along with his friends from the local IBEW.
Yes, this year Santa traveled with electricians instead of fire fighters. Other parts of town got both Electrician Santa and Firefighter Santa. But I only saw Electrician Santa.
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