Coming "Out of the Closet"

“Hey Santa! Put on your knickers and come out of the closet!”

How many times have you said THAT?

I did last night. My assistant balked at my use of the term “knickers”. (I thought it was funny.)

I’d planned a holiday event for 550 people. Santa had an oxygen tank. He concealed it beneath his beard.

He was dressing in the coat closet. For some reason, he wouldn’t come out. When I referenced his “knickers” he laughed…then opened the door.

Some people think event planning is glamorous.

I was looking pretty snazzy in my fitted suit. I had a clipboard. I was in charge.

I had 30 volunteers to coordinate, games, a DJ, dancers, food nightmare AND my two nephews who adorably agreed (I forced them) to run carnival games for the children.

Suddenly a tall, EXTREMELY good looking man was standing beside me, smiling.

“I volunteered to help drop off your materials. But now, I can’t leave.”

I lowered my clipboard, for a moment, and smiled back. A few minutes later we were chatting about something and he hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.”

“I have no idea why I just did that”, he said.

I began ignoring him. (I had a lot to do.) He left.

But …he came back.

Of course, you know me, I blew him off.

But I thought about it later…considering why I do that? His simplicity and interest- why did it make me freeze?

Then, miraculously, I figured it out.