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How I was Santa Claus

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On New Year's festivities - from New Year's Eve to celebrating the old New Year through Christmas - there are many entertaining, curious cases and adventures.


I'll tell you historyas I was once Santa Claus.

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It was a long time ago, back in Soviet times in the USSR, somewhere in 1974 or 1975 of the last century, when the majority of people, despite the existing difficulties (they always have been and will be), were sociable, benevolent, cheerful and sympathetic, calm and confident in a future without wars.

The war in Afghanistan has not yet begun, the film "Irony of Fate, or Enjoy Your Bath!" had not yet been filmed, artists Yuri Yakovlev and Andrei Myagkov were still young and alive, and Liya Akhedzhakova was not an evil old woman from the opposition, but a funny film actress of the second plan.

I was then working as a technologist in the tool shop. He was young, cheerful and not yet married. The trade union then gave me a serious task and showed high confidence - to be Santa Claus on the evening of December 31 and congratulate the young children of the shop workers. There were many children, about 40.

The Snow Maiden was assigned to me as a copier of our technical bureau - a spirited, cheerful girl named Liza, who was delighted with my "Dad Morozovism" and constantly laughed.

We were well equipped: red and blue robes with white collars, cuffs and trimmings, the same hats, Santa Claus also had a beard, mittens, a staff and a bag with gifts, which was heavy at first.

The driver of the VAZ car, which drove us all over the city, where the shop workers lived, was my leading technologist from our own bureau, Volodya (unfortunately, long ago, he died).

It was fun.

We were greeted by everyone we met. Sometimes we ran into other Santa Clauses with Snow Maidens and pretended to swear, jokingly figuring out which one of us is real.

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Due to the large number of children, parents were strictly forbidden to offer Santa Claus and Snow Maiden a drink.

What is there!

After all, it was on New Year's Eve, all the parents were already tipsy and in complete delight - even more than the children - from Santa Claus and Snegurochka, who were well acquainted with their joint work in the workshop. So everyone dragged us to the kitchen for a drink.

I held on for a long time, but the Snow Maiden turned out to be morally unstable, she was persuaded somewhere after half the distance, and only then she began to entice me.

In the end, I gave up too.

He fell victim to New Year's fun.

So I congratulated the last children in the hall of the hostel (the whole hostel!), Already pretty tired and sitting on a chair, according to the following scheme: the parents gave gifts to the side and called the name of the child, I called the boy or girl, talked briefly and handed the gift.

But it all ended rather boring for me: despite the fact that Snegurochka and I wanted to continue the holiday, Volodya brought me home (it's great when Santa Clauses have sober assistants!), Brought me to the door, pressed the bell and handed me over to my parents.

... And that New Year, after soaking in the bath, I slept like a baby; naturally, I did not go to the company of young people where they were waiting for me.

And the popsicle ice cream, which the parents did not think to pull out, melted in the bag: they made alaverds for us and awarded us ice cream so that we would not melt!

And then Snegurochka said that she also did not go anywhere and also slept through the whole New Year.

We shouldn't have eaten that popsicle ...

Such is the irony of fate.

But both the children and the parents really liked my "dedorozovism", they remembered then for a long time and with delight everything. The audience especially remembered my dashing performance in the hostel.
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  1. Flooding
    Flooding 6 January 2022 11: 05
    +5
    Unknown author about the times of the past.
    1. Aerodrome
      Aerodrome 6 January 2022 11: 19
      +5
      How I was Santa Claus
      and who was not that? only those who have neither children nor grandchildren. I am constantly "Santa Claus".
    2. Vladimir Mashkov
      6 January 2022 19: 16
      +10
      My article. I sent it with a signature. Why the editorial board did not put the name of the author - I do not know. But the editors have the right to do as they see fit. I do not discuss the actions of the editorial board, do not condemn or criticize. Except for one thing: what does NOT work is an indicator that who / how votes.

      All Happy New Year, Christmas Eve and Merry Christmas and Christmas Eve! smile drinks hi
  2. Free wind
    Free wind 6 January 2022 11: 22
    +9
    Interesting story. the same happened to go, in a family way. There was a problem with the staff. Stick, mop, vacuum pipe. ALL HAPPY CHRISTMAS. !!!!! wassat
    1. Olgovich
      Olgovich 6 January 2022 16: 05
      +2
      Quote: Free Wind
      Interesting story. the same happened to go, in a family way. There was a problem with the staff. Stick, mop, vacuum pipe. ALL HAPPY CHRISTMAS. !!!!!

      Also a staff made of a mop handle, with it for almost 40 years now and I go to congratulate my children and grandchildren

      But the beard, robe, nose changed several times - from homemade to factory

      I also congratulate the neighbors, on request.

      Thank you for your congratulations and, in turn, I also wish you a Merry Christmas and all the Orthodox hi
  3. Gardamir
    Gardamir 6 January 2022 11: 29
    +5
    A beautiful story.
  4. Aviator_
    Aviator_ 6 January 2022 12: 09
    +11
    In the late 70s, early 80s, we also had a tradition of congratulating the children of NIO employees (research department, about 300 people) Happy New Year. Ded Moroz and Snegurochka, a driver (who had a transport), and a photographer were appointed. I was a photographer. There were 30-35 calls in total, maybe 40, I don't remember anymore. Drinks were offered everywhere, but appetizers were rare. Everything depended on the skill of Santa Claus and the Snow Maiden. The children understood that all this was a game, but why a gift that they had been waiting for a long time suddenly appeared in the bag, they could not understand, it was a miracle. And the fact that in the corridor very quickly the gift was thrust into the bag, they did not guess. I remember that the son of our electronics engineer Valerka Zuev, after telling the story, said - "Now drink!" and pointed to the table. And on another new year he was upset - "Well, I asked for a diving suit, but here it is not at all!"
  5. Private SA
    Private SA 7 January 2022 01: 20
    +4
    We all come from childhood. In a military town in Sary-Shagan, I am Santa Claus
    offended. I wanted a plastic submachine gun for the New Year (GDR toy,
    in the shape of "Kalash" and a blinking light at the exit of the barrel), and I have a tractor
    presented with a trailer. I burst into tears.
    A couple of times I went in a red sheepskin coat with Snegurochka in a blue jacket at my side.
    But this is from a disco on New Year's Eve. The most important thing is to bang your staff loudly
    and in a commanding voice proclaim: "And now we ask - light up the Christmas tree." And our
    a lighting technician cuts his creation on the garlands of a Christmas tree in the city Palace of Culture,
    hoping that neither the tree nor the creation will ignite.
  6. Jager
    Jager 7 January 2022 12: 37
    +4
    This New Year, I also dressed up as a Grandfather. And he went to the square to entertain the people
    The most interesting thing is that everyone was delighted - from very young to pensioners.
    I especially remember a girl of about 6 years old, who came up, hugged her leg and asked, "Grandpa, are you real? Will you return my dad?" There I myself almost burst into tears right into my beard ...
    Representatives of the Central Asian republics, both families and young people, approached to be photographed.
    We must pay tribute - there were no incidents, the square was cordoned off and the frozen, tired police officers did not let the citizens who had gone completely overboard.
    And it’s strange that I was alone in that square, apart from the stage. Previously, there were at least 2-3 characters. And until the last there was no feeling of a holiday. There was only the traditional bustle, but there was no feeling of uplifting until New Year's Eve.
    1. Vladimir Mashkov
      15 January 2022 11: 52
      -1
      Quote: Jager
      And until the last there was no feeling of a holiday.

      I don’t know where you are from, but few of us had fun either. Mostly fucking young people who set off fireworks. The rest reservedly celebrated the traditional holiday.

      And that little girl had to be promised the return of her father. With time. Children do believe in miracles.
      1. Jager
        Jager 10 February 2022 20: 17
        +1
        And adults believe in miracles when there is no strength left to believe in anything else...