The Real Santa

On this episode of Our American Stories, here's Roger Latham from Fort Worth, Texas, telling us a Christmas story he’s titled, “The Real Santa.”

Support the show (https://www.ouramericanstories.com/donate)

See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:10):
And we continue with our American stories. And it's Christmas
season and we're delivering you Christmas stories. Next, we have
Roger Latham from Fort Worth, Texas telling us a Christmas story.
He's titled The Real Center. Let's take a listen.

Speaker 2 (00:28):
It was a Monday evening when, while driving home from
the office on a cold December day, I turned on
the local radio station, eager to listen to some Christmas music.
I heard being saying White Christmas, nat Offer, Old Holy Night,
and Elvis paint the color of blue things fluffy snow.

(00:49):
It was great. Then came a break in the melodic
melodies of the season, and an announcer came on the air.
Let's hope you all ready for a wonderful Christmas and
that our music is helping create the magic of the season.
One family in our city is, however, in need of
some help. He called in today and told us his

(01:12):
eight year old son asked Santa for a bicycle, and
then he had no money to buy one. Can anyone
help If there is a Santa in our audience, please call?
He gave the number. His words were a bold pulled
across my Christmas strata varius, and I called Hello, I'll

(01:34):
provide the bike. Where's it gold? The man on the
radio thanked me and gave me the address. I scribbled
it on a scrap of paper in my front seat.
On the following Friday, as my eight year old son
and I were watching some television, my precocious ten year
old daughter entered the room and offered a grand pronouncement,

(01:59):
I figured it out. Her statement came with a strong
willed conviction of adolescence. Oh really, what if you figure
it out now, darling, there is no Santa. It's you
and mom. I glanced at my son to Gage's reaction.
The look on his face portrayed a mix of shock, concern,

(02:22):
and a touch of panic. His older sister had just
violated the ancient rules of Santa Claus. I had to
think fast, being a salesman by trade and well versed
into spelling the objections of the disbelieving, I mustered a
quick retort, Sweetie, you're wrong Sata Israel, and I'll introduce

(02:44):
you to him tomorrow. She scoffed with a snort and
left the room. On Saturday, I loaded the family of
my Honda and we headed to the Northeast mall. As
we entered sears. Candy said, I've already to see this Santa.
Remember I sat on his lap told him what I wanted.

(03:06):
That's not the real Santa. I said, Okay, now, you kids,
go pick out the best boy bike you can find,
one that an eight year old boy about your brother's
size would like. In ten minutes, they returned with a
shiny red bike sporting a banana seat and raised handlebars.
How's this, dad, my son asked, Do you like it?

(03:29):
That's all that matters. Now go pick out another nice
gift you'd like to receive from Santa. They scurried off
and picked another present and returned with a large remote
control truck. I paid for the merchandise and we headed
to the car. It was time to make our way
to the classroom and a tutorial over the real Santa.

(03:52):
The apartment complex was easy to find. It sat in
the sedious part of Arlington, Texas. The cars parked on
the street where to lap wrecks in desperate need of
major dent repair and gallons of paint. Upon finding the
right address, I parked and unloaded the vehicle of kids,
bike and truck. Okay, daughter, you rolled a bike and

(04:14):
let your brother carry the truck. Arriving at the apartment door,
I knocked moments past, then a man the size of
a Dallas cowboy lineman must have been six foot five,
two hundred and ninety pounds, swung open the door. Boy,
you lost or something? This ain't exactly You're part of town.

(04:35):
His gruff tone softened as he noticed the bike. What's that?
A babe in a manger sent me over and told
me to bring this bike, I said. I motioned for
my son and disbelieving daughter to deliver the bike in
the toy. As they did, the giant man, whose name
I never learned, seemed to melt before my eyes tears

(05:00):
down his face, and he hugged me. Then the kids,
Thank you, sir, this is a fine blessing. He then
turned to the kids, thank you too, my little ones,
and Merry Christmas. His voice broke without further discussion. Santa
and his troop of elves bit a Merry Christmas, adieu

(05:20):
and headed back to the car. With everyone now installed
and buckled in, it was time for me to finish
the lesson. So, dear daughter, is Santa real? Her eyes
were teary and she stammered, yes, yes, yes, Daddy, it's you, No, sweetie,

(05:42):
Santa Claus is a spirit dwelling in every man and
woman of good faith who do for others that which
they cannot do for themselves. One day, I expect you
and your brother to show the world your Santa. My children,
now in their forties, still believe and will one day
teach my grandchildren how about today they met the real Sanna,

(06:07):
passing on their understanding of Christmas, the real Christmas. Merry
Christmas to all and made the spirit of Sannah bless
us all this year.

Speaker 1 (06:18):
And a great job on the production by Greg Hangler
and a special thanks to Roger Latham from Fort Worth,
Texas for sharing this story and we can see it,
we can conjure it in our heads. That is the
power of spoken word. In the end, the pictures are
better because they're yours. And that moment where the sort

(06:38):
of gruff guy just starts breaking down and crying, then
going back to the car and asking his daughter his kids,
is Santa real and that daughter with tears in her
eyes saying yes, yes, yes, and the ending it's so beautiful.
I expect you and your brother to show the world
your Sanna, and my goodness the American people. We show

(07:02):
our Sana to the world every year, four hundred and
fifty billion dollars a year we give. That's more than
the GDP of almost all the countries in the world.
But for thirty and we give away even more impressively,
nine billion hours of our time. The story of Roger Latham,
the real Sanna here on Our American Stories. Leehibib here

(07:33):
the host of Our American Stories. Every day on this show,
we're bringing inspiring stories from across this great country, stories
from our big cities and small towns. But we truly
can't do the show without you. Our stories are free
to listen to, but they're not free to make. If
you love what you hear, go to Ouramericanstories dot com
and click the donate button. Give a little, give a lot.

(07:56):
Go to Alamerican stories dot com and give