Today has bee especially hard for me. It has been twelve years since I lost Santa Claus. It still seems like yesterday when I think about Uncle Bill. So, in honor of a man who epitomized the spirit of Christmas, I share the following story--every word true.
(1995) Illusion! Epiphany! Proclamation!
false idea or conception
moment of sudden intuitive understanding; a flash of insight
What do you do when not once, but twice, one of your three-year-olds
makes a proclamation to shatter other children's illusions after an epiphany
regarding Santa Claus? You laugh; otherwise, you'll cry. It is so NOT funny.
Both my eldest son and my only daughter provided me with two memorable
Christmas experiences by such actions.
When my eldest son (I have four.) was three, his father and my now
ex-husband felt believing in Santa Claus would warp the children's perception
of God. He took it upon himself to tell our three-year-old son the story of St.
Nicholas to explain why we exchange gifts in an attempt to honor a man who gave
to the needy. The story of St. Nicholas is heartwarming and real, but not to a
Therefore, when at Mimi and Papaw's house for Christmas, our son
proclaimed to his four-year-old cousin, "Santa Claus is dead,"
childhood illusions were shattered. My husband's brother hit the ceiling
because he wasn't ready for his daughter to know the truth. In addition, the
grandparents were devastated by the turmoil at their Christmas celebration. But
wounded feelings healed, and life went on.
By the time my daughter (third child) was three, my former husband
still refused to celebrate Santa Claus, but not so vocally. Although he refused
to participate, he turned a blind eye to my attempts to give my children a
My efforts were aided by my aunt and uncle. Uncle Bill was a big man,
six-foot-four and three hundred pounds. After he retired, he played Santa in
the mall in Laurel, Mississippi, every year. He had no need for padding. My ex
often would not go with us to see my family at Christmas. Capitalizing on his
absence, I took my four children to the mall to see Santa Claus.
I was expecting number five, and number four was too young to
understand. The two older boys understood about Santa, and they knew the man in
the mall was Uncle Bill. My daughter was still unsure about the whole
situation, but she was afraid to sit on Santa's lap. Her two big brothers sat
on his lap, causing her to become brave. The eldest held her hand to go up to
Santa. With uncertainty, she climbed onto the man's lap.
With a jolly chuckle as the line for Santa visits and pictures grew,
Santa said, "Ho, ho, ho! What do you want for Christmas, little girl?"
Like lightning the epiphany struck! Perhaps the costume deceived my
daughter, but not the voice.
With great indignation, she placed her hands on her hips and shrieked
so that every child in the mall could hear, "You are not Santa! You're
She jumped down and stalked off, angry at having been tricked. All
around, parents grumbled, and children mumbled. My daughter's proclamation of
her epiphany regarding Santa shattered childhood illusions.
I wanted to sink into the floor, but by the time we loaded into the
car, I was laughing. It was so NOT funny, all I could do was laugh.
Twelve years later, Uncle Bill died a few days before Christmas. Viewing
him in his coffin, my son's proclamation came to mind. "Santa Claus is
dead." Then, I thought again. Santa Claus could never be dead for
Uncle Bill had shown the same Christian charity as St. Nicholas. The spirit of Santa
Claus lives even in the hearts of children who had an epiphany and made a
proclamation to shatter illusions.
For Bill Ishee, September 25, 1932-December 17, 2007. I love you, Uncle
Bill. Your example will always keep Santa Claus alive and well.
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Ms. Descartes is survived by her parents, though her father proclaimed that he disowned her, and her mother has not been found.
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No arrangements have been made.
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The spouse of one of his victims was heard to say, "It just shows that no one can escape death."
Bruce Copeland died tragically at his home on May 21, the apparent victim of a
botched assassination attempt on his wife, who recently discovered the decapitated
head of Consuela Garcia-Perez, a witness in a federal case against a drug lord
with a Mexican cartel.
say that Dr. Copeland opted to return the rental car his wife had been using
after an auto accident rather than risking any danger to her and their unborn
child. When the doctor got into the car, it exploded.
devoted oncologist and family man, Dr. Copeland will be greatly missed.
receiving his medical degree from University Medical Center, Dr. Copeland set
up a satellite clinic in Sunrise, Mississippi, to be closer to patients who
might have difficulty traveling to Jackson.
Copeland is survived by his pregnant wife, Laura Beth nee Riker, two young daughters,
his parents, and a sister and her husband and children.
are on hold since his family has been taken into protective custody until a
sadistic killer can be apprehended. Authorities ask that any information
relating to the case be routed to FBI Special Agent Ed Pickering via Sunrise
Police Department and Detective Sergeant Tanner McGill.
more information regarding this case, please read Head Count, by Janet