Jingle Joy
Yesterday, I spent a couple of hours of my evening at the Toronto Eaton Centre — yes, I braved the city’s most renown shopping mall three days before Christmas — wearing a Santa hat, humming Christmas carols, helping people with their bags, and smiling at every person I saw.
A great way to pass the time, actually.
While most people that saw just looked at me as if I was insane (or at least a little wonky), a few people gave me high fives for helping out, a ton of people said thank you, three people asked for hugs because they were having rough days, and one little boy (perhaps 4 years old?) asked if I would sing Jingle Bells with him because his mommy didn’t want to be seen singing in public.
We stood by the big water fountain at the Eaton Centre and belted out the loudest and best version of Jingle Bells you have ever heard. The crowd was amused, the boy was ecstatic, his mom was horrified.
Me? I left the Eaton Centre that evening feeling good that if nothing else, I had brought a smile to someone’s face.
