Merry Christmas Eve

Merry Christmas Eve Red Rock Agents

It’s at this time of year that I like to step aside from the Real Estate World and send a Christmas message out to our agents. For those of you that are new to Red Rock it’s always a story from my youth. I understand if you’re not interested and will not take offense from you not reading this. For those that want to hear it then read on.

Is Santa real? That was the question I had for a few years, but this was the year I was going to find out for sure. It was 1965 or 66, so long ago I can’t really remember. I can say that I was on the ultimate secret mission to find the truth about the Jolly Old Elf and just how he worked this so-called magic on Christmas Eve. My single mother and 5 of us kids living in a 10’x60’ trailer at the top of 500 East in St. George made me think that this would be easy. I thought about my tactics and what I needed to do to pull this off. My brother and I slept on the hide-a-bed sofa in the living room almost on top of the spindly Christmas tree we had against the wall. It was a lovely little tree and we had to be careful when we turned over in the bed so as not to knock off any of the decorations. I figured that no way could any so-called magic take place as long as I could stay awake, in such a way mom couldn’t tell that I was still awake. Yes, that’s what I’ll do, I’ll play Possum and see this Magic with my own eyes. As I practiced a night to see if I could really pull this off against a real expert on kids sleeping, my Mom. I moved myself into position on the bed while Mom watched the News on the T.V. next to the Christmas Tree, and the test was on. I made it till the Weather was over and Mom turned off the T.V. and went to bed. I was still in position and had one eye open, the test was a success. Confidence was high going into Christmas Eve the next night. All the next day I was wondering if I should take a nap just to be sure I was going to be able to stay awake, to complete the mission. Next thing I knew it was already time to go to bed. Mom was giving strong motivation to get to bed and get to sleep. It was on! Ready for any outcome I moved into position and started to pretend to sleep. Now I need to tell you that trying to hold one eye open while trying to sleep with the other under the scrutiny of an expert was no easy task. I was having a hard time not crossing that bridge to slumberland and had nearly crossed when it happened. The chair Mom was setting in suddenly squeaked as she stood up. My senses snapped back and I was sure that she was going to bed, but she wasn’t. She bent over and moved that chair to a spot across the room next to the kitchen table. At that moment I knew, I finally knew as Mom sneaked out the front door to start working her own magic for Christmas, the rumors were true. I guess with the disappointment I just crossed that bridge to slumberland. Not too long later I woke back up and the deed had been done. Santa had made it, yah right. But wait, what is it I see? Could that be a bike? In all the excitement I forgot what I had asked for, a new bike. Oh man it is. Now this was no ordinary bike. No, it was a Schwinn Stingray, blue with a Banana seat small sissy bar in the back. It was top shelf. The best thing I could tell is the bar that went from below the seat to the top front forks, it was a boy’s bike.

It dawned on me later that morning now that I knew the truth about Santa. All these years for all her children Mom was the Jolly Old Elf, Santa Clause, the one of Christmas cheer. She was real, so then was Santa Claus real. Many years later I really understood the sacrifice Mom made so many times for us. The sacrifice that proved to me that Santa lives, and I’ll tell you that till I pass on. I have seen it with my own eyes for the first time when I had the ultimate secret mission to accomplish, and I have seen it many times after.

I have seen the magic work by watching many of our Red Rock Agents accomplish secret missions of their own. It touches me more than you could ever know. I love what I do and who I work with. You all are truly the best.

Merry Christmas to all of you,

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