
Santa Claus nearly clobbered me on Tybee Island, Georgia. Thats right. On Saturday December 8th my amazing, incredibly beautiful, intelligent and so much more girlfriend Erin Howell and I were on the beach hanging out, kicking the soccer ball around and just relaxing in general.
A dense misty fog hovered heavy in the air and visibility was poor at best. In the distance a rumble could be heard, but the sound was more of a mellow gurgle and so we dismissed the sound as that of a plane soon after it was audible.
Then, as the sound neared, as our hearts beat faster and our curiosity grew, a shape appeared out of the grey-blue mist that was making us wet. Were we in a steam room or on the beach?
The shape appeared to be a flying man. It was indeed the source of the sound. The man was wearing an odd costume and if Christmas were not just around the corner I would have never guessed it, but I did. It was Santa. It was Santa flying in the sky, through the fog, above the ocean, and coming right towards me. But how, how could this Santa fly? I did not see any reindeer. I did not see a sleigh.
This Santa was flying via a fan propelled hang glider and he was obviously very skilled.
He dipped down just enough to offer me a friendly wave from the sky and then off he went. He drifter mysteriously off into the mist. He must have been taking a break from all that work getting presents ready for Christmas.