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My Best Christmas Ever

Dr. Ray Healey
11 min readJan 17, 2023

My Dad, aka Santa Claus, Started with the Martinis

By: Ray Healey

When I was five years old, in December of 1953, my parents staged a Christmas bonanza for me and my brother Todd (3), which was a memorable event in our young lives.

Santa Claus came to town in a big way.

[This story is one chapter in a memoir I am writing — “Growing Up in the Healey Clan: Playing Sports in Parks and Clubs in Upper Montclair — which I will be publishing serially on Medium.]

Todd and I were living with our parents, Dr. Ray Healey Sr. and Eleanor Claire Healey, in a small house on Grove St. in Montclair, NJ, and we were very excited about the upcoming visit of Santa, which we hoped would bring us “a sleighful full of toys,” as the famous story had promised.

To put things in perspective I think this was the last Christmas that I was a true believer, that I actually believed in Santa Claus,

Todd and I went through the whole ritual: we drafted our Christmas wish list letters to Santa Claus, addressed them to him at the North Pole, put stamps on the envelopes, and dropped them in the mailbox.

I even got a lesson in The Nativity, gazing at a creche which had been created by my Mother, who was not only an aspiring…



Dr. Ray Healey

English Lit. Professor. Novelist and short story writer. Adventurer: Pamplona Bull Running, Boston Marathon, "Deliverance" River Running, Cross Country Bike,…