A great reporter digs to find the facts and writes them as he knows them. When he is wrong, he admits his mistakes.
I was wrong.
After a previous post regarding St. Nick in Fredericksburg, I got a call from Santa. Rather, I missed a call from Santa.
(Listen to Santa’s message.)
When I connected with him he told me he wanted to make sure I had my story straight.
"Officially, I am THE Santa for Old Town Fredericksburg," he said, in a lilting Scottish brogue.
There are no more dueling Santas. Yes, there was another roving Santa downtown. He was known as "The Singing Santa." Yes, that Santa did work as the White House Santa, but he was with the Secret Service, not the FBI. And, no, The Singing Santa doesn’t do Old Town any longer.
Santa also made a request. In my previous post, I had identified him by a name other than Mr. Claus, and he wanted me to change that. He said it might spoil the Santa mystery for some good little girl or boy.
I initially recoiled.
A great reporter digs to find the facts and writes them as he knows them. When he is challenged, he stands his ground.
I didn’t stand my ground.
After taking a moment, I realized with whom I was dealing. This wasn’t a politico or a strict dictator. He was much more powerful. He knows my sleep patterns and my moral choices, for goodness sake.
I have edited the previous post, The Santa Cause. My changes are bolded.
Tales from the Road regrets the errors.