I loved participating in our annual church Christmas pageant. Being the youngest of four children, I watched it many years before I participated.

You know this program. Children dressed as the biblical characters, gathered at the manger to see the Christ child. Mary, Joseph, lambs, camels, three wise men, shepherds, angels and sometimes a live and unpredictable baby who played the role of the newborn King. One after the other, each child filed down the church aisle to the stage. Decked in ill-fitting costumes, glued-on facial hair and gently used props, we assembled the makeshift manger scene. Everyone had a line or two to recite. Most of us forgot our lines and one of the adults backstage would have to fill in. While under-rehearsed and sometimes a little awkward, we trudged through the play without much complaint, because, at the end of the performance, Santa would arrive. Those children in the play lined up to see Santa first. Year after year, I sat on his lap asking for Christmas treasures. A Barbie doll, bicycle or toy of the year was often on my list. After my special requests, Santa would give me a big smile, candy cane and “Ho, Ho, Ho” and send me on my way.

Five years ago, when my mother turned 80 and our family was together for her birthday celebration, we shared many stories. The church Christmas pageant was mentioned several times. When my sister remarked that Dad made the best Santa, I yelped, “What?” Everyone looked at me in silence and surprise. I never knew that the guy inside that Santa suit was my father until that day 40-plus years later.

Dad died on Sept. 23, and I continue to be flooded with memories like this one. What I admired the most about him was his humble and giving spirit. He was the guy you could rely on to volunteer for just about anything. At church, he was an elder, Sunday school teacher, president of the Church Council and walking taco seller at the church fall festival booth. He moved tables, painted walls, installed cabinets, washed dishes, trimmed trees and cut grass. And, yes, he was Santa Claus in the Christmas pageant. He served in a local civic group that organized community events and service projects. He and my Mom even chaperoned a few of my school trips. My Dad didn’t care much about being recognized for his service. He served out of a giving and grateful heart.

Jesus said, “The greatest among you will be your servant.” (Matthew 23:11) Rest in peace, Daddy. You served your Lord and His people well.

– Vicki Pugh
Vice President for Development, Palm Beach Atlantic University