Everyone knows what happens on Christmas Eve. Anticipation crackles in the air as Santa and his reindeer travel the world delivering toys to good little girls and boys.
It is a little-known fact, however, that Santa makes a detour on his way back to the North Pole to St. Lukes hospital in Downtown Boise. He visits patients and staff to deliver personal greetings on Christmas morning.
He says: I always tease people that I didnt catch them at their house that morning so I came looking.
He parks the sleigh right up there on the roof by the helipad and works his way from the 10th floor to the ground floor.
I start with a humongous mound of candy canes thousands of candy canes and its like magic. By the time I get down to the basement, where I see dietary and people in the cafeteria, theres no candy canes left. ...
A few people want to know, Who are you? How did you find me here? They think that one of their friends dressed up to come down and wish them a Merry Christmas. Theyll say, Do I know you?
I say, well, of course you do. Im Santa.
It was actually Santas father who started the Christmas morning tradition, way back in the 1950s. As a little boy, after they opened the presents under the tree, he would watch his father get ready to go to the hospital.
As I grew up, it wasnt very long before I realized that my dad was Santa Claus. After a few years, it was, OK, so dad plays Santa Claus. It was (all) pretty special.
When he was old enough, he started accompanying his father to the hospital; when he was 23, his father retired and he took over, his ho, ho, hos deepening over the years. That was 33 years ago.
Its one of those things you do to honor your father a little bit like a family tradition Its one of those things you do because you love doing it.
When you put on the Santa suit, you turn into well, Im already a big kid anyway, but its just one of those things that gives you license to act in a childlike way. It just brings a smile to my face every time I think of it.
Hes been doing it long enough that hes got his own St. Lukes ID badge. It says right there that hes Santa.
Lifes tough enough, you know. And every once in a while you need a reason to be a little playful. Or enjoy a lighthearted moment.
I hope (people in the hospital) feel like Santa went out of his way to double-back and spend a few minutes with them on Christmas Day at the hospital.
He visits everyone doctors, nurses, staff, janitors, housekeepers, families, patients.
The new mothers want their babys picture taken with Santa Claus, and thats really awesome. The neo-natal unit, where the babies are struggling you cant get too close because of infections; they wouldnt want Santa Claus to give them something.
On Christmas Day, there are so many families. Sometimes there might be 10 people (in a room), from grandmother to just the littlest child. You spend more time talking to the little kids, but it brightens up everybodys day.
Im a pretty good size Santa Claus, and every year theres a little boy or girl that just charges down the hall and wants to give Santa Claus a big hug. Since its (later in the morning), Santa Claus has already come to their house and they want to thank you for all the presents you brought them. Its just always pretty special.
Not all of his visits are happy. By definition, there can be very sick people in the hospital over the holidays, and he knows not everyone can be merry and bright.
Its all the strength they have to just acknowledge you sometimes. You take that in stride. I dont know if I understand, but I hope I understand these are tough, tough times. You just wish them a Merry Christmas and move on.
Youve got to be all things to all people; youve got to be ready for anything. Youve got to be sensitive to the people who dont feel good, the nonbelievers, the people who are sleeping and the believers. Thats what its all about.
Its just such an honor to (come).
Santa wears a brace of reindeer bells passed down from father to son; you can hear him way before you can see him and what few Americans arent hardwired for their hearts to lift at the sound? Like he says, hes a big guy and his laugh precedes him, too. On Christmas morning, hes accompanied by about four grown-up elves, including one who measures in at 7 feet tall and wears shoes curled up at the toes to boot.
(We are) quite the sight.
Sometimes when (we) go into a room were just a bunch of guys; we dont have the best singing voices and they want us to sing a Christmas carol. Oh, my gosh. We do it. Its not pretty, but we do it.
If youre going to be Santa Claus, you cant take yourself too seriously.
But the spirit of Christmas itself, the traditions and the meanings thats something to take to heart.
Christmas is important to me because, I guess as I get older, its all about family. And its about giving and sharing.
When youre younger, its all about getting. As you get older, its all about giving.
Giving his Christmas morning to people in the hospital, before he retires to a well-deserved Christmas dinner and puts his feet up at home in front of the fireplace, Santa says:
You get so much more than you give.
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