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> Are we on the air?
By Linda Buchanan Wagner ’79
> A generation in search
by Nancy Obrien ’94
> For you, A.J.
by Ed Ziegler ’72
> Whit one day, world the next
by Marie Ranoia Alonso ’90
> My brother’s keepers
by Jim Koscs ’85
> Can you say, “College is super-dee-dupor?”
by Moira Jablon-Bernstein ’92
> Project Santa from a
New Perspective
by Lisa Shea Linden ’86
> The train to college
by Dorothy Ciryak Clark
Leonard ’76, ’84
> Debating the future
by Ron Weisberger ’65
> A deeply-rooted relationship
by Harriet Clevenger Lockwood ’88
> Curtain or copy: a major decision
by Susan Goodman Magod
> The bear necessities of friendship
by Qraig R. de Groot ’93
> Special delivery
by Darlene Beck-Jacobson ’74
> A room of my own
by Melissa F. Sherman ’86
> The diploma
by Ros Psolka ’90
> Remembering Sabrina
by Ros Psolka ’90
> Who wants my 33s?
By Jim Koscs ’85
> Looking for a sign
By Wendy Weber Crawford ’75, ’79, ’88
> An ode to 27A South Main Street
By Keith Forrest ’88
> Our flag in the window
By Lori Marshall ’92
> Mail, mortality and American mettle
By Brian Kass’85
> Christmas trees in the Kremlin
By Don Dunnington’97
> Aimless and malcontent
no more

By Tim Zatzariny, Jr. ’94
> Bringing the family
By Susan Parker ’74
> A little too soon for golden oldies
By Keith Forrest ’88
> Tale of a tile man
By Sabatino Mangini ’01
> Remembering Reagan
By David Coyle ’81
> Time well spent
By Leigh Koebert ’97
> Still a college kid...
By Gregg Clayton ’81
> What’s at the end of your “If only…”?
By Carol Servino ’75
> Catching the moment
and the meaning

By Casey Christy ’92, M’03
> Starting at Glassboro,
finishing at Rowan

By Lori Samlin Miller ’77
> Room to grow
By Casey Christy ’92, M’03
> Lifelong friends in spite of themselves
By Patricia Quigley ’78, M’03

Project Santa from a new perspective
By Lisa Shea-Linden ’86

hristmas was always my favorite time of year. The magic in the air, the smell of cookies baking and the hopes for a generous Santa. This feeling, I thought, would pass when I enrolled in college. It didn’t—but my reasons changed. After three months of dorm life and no homecooked meals, Christmas became magical again—or at least Christmas break did! My anticipation was eased when my sorority participated in Project Santa, and I learned to give rather than receive.

My feelings for Christmas changed again when I had children. Now, as an adult, Santa Claus embodies the spirit of giving. When I overheard a kindergartener ask a classmate if he still believed in Santa, I was determined to keep the spirit of Santa alive in my children for as long as I could. I decided to write them a personalized letter from Santa, mentioning their names, ages, town, recent accomplishments, toys they wanted and an area where they needed improvement. And Santa confessed in my letter to the kids that he had eaten too many cookies last year and that his suit didn’t fit anymore.

Who could have imagined their responses when those red envelopes arrived in the mail! They started listening and cleaning up their toys and even going to bed on time. That’s when I realized Santa has The Power. I should have started this years before, I thought.
Given the chance, a whole generation of younger kids will believe in the magic. When I mentioned the change in my children’s behavior to my co-workers, they asked if I could write letters to their kids. Eventually it became a business, with each Santa letter postmarked from the North Pole.

Being Santa helps me understand that all kids are basically alike, tall or short, rich or poor. The more requests and replies I received the more “normal” I realized my children are. And sometimes, the requests are heart-breaking. One dad wrote, “Santa, please explain to my five-year old that even though Mommy and Daddy are divorced, they both love him very much.” Others are just funny. One mom expressed that her one-year-old constantly eats the toilet paper off the roll (I had a roommate at Edgewood apartments who did the same thing). “Can you please let her know that if she stops she’ll get that Barney toy?”

The most rewarding experience of being Santa is hearing the reactions on the receiving end. One little girl brought her letter in for show and tell. Another seven-year-old boy slept with it under his pillow every night until Santa actually came.

When my Theta Pi Omicron sisters and I hosted the Project Santa dance for handicapped children, we all danced together that night. It was one of my first experiences of the joy that comes from giving. My Santa letters are part of the same impulse—the desire to make the holiday season a little more magical for children, both young and old at heart. I hope I can keep the spirit of Santa alive for one more child, one more year.

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Lisa Shea-Linden is an inside sales coordinator for Alphaquest. She and her husband live in Marlton with their two children, ages 8 and 5.

 
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