Yesterday was my annual visit to see Santa. Every December, my sister, Martha and I meet at the Melbourne Square Mall and have our picture taken with Santa. I live about ten miles north of the mall. She lives about 10 miles south. We meet in the middle. So what if we are now in our seventies. We still believe! Santa is always happy to see us. We are much more enjoyable than crying babies.
I drove down I 95 to get there. In our digital world, even the highway signs are electronic these days. The first one I passed under read, “Drive Drunk = DUI”. Nothing exciting about that one. I’ve seen it before.
The next sign said, “Only Rudolph can drive lit”. If Rudolph is not lit, then there are no presents for you or me. I get it.
I still had a couple miles to go and another sign appeared over the highway.
“If you litter, you will get coal in your stocking”.
That one got to me. I don’t have a habit of throwing my empty soda cups out the window but I do care if Santa puts coal in my stocking! I have always been on the nice list. I asked Santa when I saw him and he said absolutely, littering would move me immediately over to the naughty list. So don’t even think about it. He was watching.
Whoever is responsible for creating the highway road sign messages, I’m sure glad they are doing their part to keep all of us on the straight and narrow. We all want to think we are firmly entrenched on that nice list that Santa keeps. Because no one and I mean no one wants to find coal in their stocking on Christmas morning.
