Big Guy, Birdie and I camped at a local state park during our visit to Indiana University. It was there that we stumbled upon Santa conferencing with two elves, only one turned out not to be an elf, but rather the new "Mrs. Claus." Santa looks like Santa, drives a huge motorhome and uses a motorized wheelchair to manuever around the campground. Mrs. Claus is about 25 years old, slender, Asian, with beautiful black tresses. Big Guy tried his best not to get caught, by me, oogling Mrs. Claus. Birdie and I oogled away at the situation. We speculated that becoming Mrs. Claus might be how the young woman got to America. We watched as she and Santa interacted over fishing poles and grilling and concluded that they liked, and were kind to, each other. We agreed, that perhaps, if what we thought really were true, perhaps a marriage for citizenship--if that gets you to a better life--might not be such a bad thing. Thinking that true love found its own path, Birdie and I (and Big Guy, too) watched the happy couple. Mrs. Claus brought a child's red wagon out of the motorhome. She placed it on the ground and then sat snuggly tight in the wagon. We kept looking, mesmerized, as motorized wheelchair-bound Santa grabbed the wagon's handle and pulled the young Mrs. Claus around the campground. That's how we learned Santa is a Hoosier and citizenship, true love--or perhaps both--comes delivered in a little red wagon. I wish I had a photo of the wagon pull, but it's hard to focus a camera when laughing so hard. For that, I'm sure Mrs. Claus is grateful.
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