This week was the beginning of the Christmas season for my husband and me. Kind of. This has happened over the last couple of years. I don't know why, but suddenly we have become the color, size and age to be the Claus Couple.
On Sunday, it happened again for the first time since last year probably almost to the day.
We were greeted at Cabela's as Mr. And Mrs. Claus! Two years ago, we were stopped in a restaurant while eating breakfast, by a grandmother and her granddaughter who wanted to meet us. The granddaughter was convinced she was meeting Mr. and Mrs. Claus - THE Mr. and Mrs. Claus. And we had no reason to burst her bubble. What a compliment! Except maybe for the weight issue.
We are often greeted in a Starbucks, with "Hello! It's Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus!" Not that we go to many Starbucks, but... well, yes, we do... so it has happened a few times in Starbucks.
This year, as I said, we were in Cabela's, which we frequent.... frequently. I like being redundant and saying things more than once. Speaking of which, we were called the Clauses twice while we were there.
Even though we are never dressed in our formal red and furry white attire, traveling incognito, we seem to be recognized. Sitting in Cabela's, in the camouflaged chairs, it almost seemed like we should be doing photo shoots and asking kids what they wanted for Christmas.
Move over, Santa Claus, the Santa Smiths are in town for Chrismith!