(As published in Huffington Post)
It was 1991 and my first Christmas in my new home after my emotionally draining divorce. We lived in a depressed area. My family was 400 km / 250 miles away. I was struggling financially with a small business, helping in the community where I could, while nurturing my four-year-old who had some health challenges. There wasn’t a lot of money but honestly, nobody had a lot of money there.
Little did I know that I would get to play Santa for so many people that year. It still remains one of my best Christmases ever. Continue reading