Different Drum


I don't know what made me think of this story, but it's something I want to get out there so I can perhaps remember it again sometime.

My apartment in Wichita was within walking distance of Botanica, the local botanical gardens. During my last Christmas season there, I met Raw, her sister, her mom and the kids to see the Illumations display.

Every year, Botanica bedazzles the place with billions of lights and decorations for the holiday season. It is pretty but crowded and full of crazy kids. Including ours.

In one garden, they had a train track running around a tree. There was a train with a few cars and also Santa on one of those carts . . . I'm not sure what they're called. The carts where you lift the lever up and down and it makes the car follow the track? Anyway. Santa was on one of these. His cart and the train are mostly equal distance from each other.

There's a million little children crowded around the track. Okay, not a million. But enough for me to feel very claustrophobic. I hear several of them talking about how Santa is trying to catch up to the train.

But not Sophia. My amazing Sophia looked at us with a giant smile on her face, doing her pony jump. "Look! Santa is beating the train!"

How brilliant is that kid?

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