Strangest Saturday ever…

This morning the kids worked an RCC service project. They (we) worked a table at an outdoor “non-profit showcase” talking to others about what their Rotary club does, and collecting donations. This showcase was held in conjunction with something called a Santa Reunion. Apparently, old men who like to dress up as Santa and spend the Christmas season at mall holiday displays holding an endless stream of children on their laps, have nothing to do in September so they all came to Parker where the rest of us were supposed to figure out which one was the “real” Santa. I believe voting was involved, but we didn’t look too hard at the details of what seemed to me to be a kind of bizarre event anyway… especially in September (although I think it would have been equally weird in December!) 

Here are a few photos from the morning…

This guy told M he was “jazz Santa” 🤷‍♀️

I believe this guy said he was “golfing Santa” …

…but I might be remembering wrong. 

M especially liked golfing Santa.

There were guys dressed like Santa everywhere…and many of the people who came just for fun dressed up too.

…which was kind of a weird disconnect since it was sunny and in the 70’s and it still looks like summer here. 

This guy puzzled me… he was kind of a “scarecrow Santa” (?!) and I waved at him as he walked by, knowing he’d come over to our table, and knowing that R would be mortified to have her picture taken with him. 

Which I did, of course. 

This is my favorite picture. As we were leaving, I saw that many of the Santas were eating at the restaurant on the corner. I got as many in the picture as I could (but this is only about half of them)