I had no idea that hiring a Santa Claus for my son’s Christmas party would lead to a meeting that would change my life. Harold, the same man who played Santa, came to our house every holiday season for three years.
Dylan was only six months old when I adopted him as a single mother. He was adopted as a surprise; all that was written on the note was his name, Martin. I changed his name to Dylan, and ever since then, we couldn’t be apart.
Our Christmas traditions were always special, but Harold’s trips made them even more fun. He would stay with Dylan for hours and play games, read stories, and make cookies. I was always thankful for how kind and helpful he was.
But I didn’t find out the shocking truth about Harold until last Christmas Eve. As he took off his Santa suit, I saw a birthmark on his back that looked like a crescent moon. Dylan also had this marking.
It was hard for me to think straight as I tried to handle this shocking news. How is this possible? It seemed like I was in a dream. When I confronted Harold, he told me a shocking truth: he was Dylan’s real father.
Harold said that when Dylan was born, he was young and having a hard time. Because he had no family to help him, he had to make the hard choice to adopt his child in the hopes that someone else could give them a better life.
After many years, Harold had built a successful business and was keen to get back in touch with his son. He had been watching us from afar and thought it would be a good idea to show up as Santa Claus to hang out with Dylan.
I felt a lot of different things as I listened to Harold’s story. Even though I was mad at him, I knew why he did what he did. He had found a way to be in Dylan’s life, even if it was not the usual way. I was thankful for that.
As the truth set in, I realised that this chance meeting had brought Dylan’s real father into our lives and given me a new partner. Harold and I began dating, and our relationship grew stronger.
We are getting married this Christmas with all of our loved ones by our sides. I never would have thought that this would happen, and I’m thankful that I met Harold by chance, who was like Santa Claus and brought us together.
