Well hello there and welcome to my very first blog entry!
I thought a long time about what my first entry would be here and it seemed only fitting to use this opportunity to say thank you to my inspiration in becoming Santa - My grandfather (Papa) James D. Rielly.
James "Jimmy" Rielly was born in 1908 soon after my great grandparents arrived here from Ireland.
Papa donned the red suit early in life. I have gotten conflicting data from my aunts and uncles (his children) and my recently passed Nana (his wife). However, from what I gather he started his Santa career sometime between 1927 and 1929 - between the ages of 19 to 21.
As you can see from the picture, he originally wore a Santa mask! I still can't believe kids fell for that! Later on he moved up to a strap beard, wig, and glued cotton balls to his eyebrows. His suit was nothing great; in fact he wore regular shoes most of the time. His nicest suit was made by my Mom. It was made from a simple red cotton material and bad fake fur.
Years before I ever even considered becoming Santa, he told me several times that it was not about the suit or the beard. I didn't really know what that meant until much later when I donned the suit for the first time.
Back then there weren't as many Santas as there are today. So I guess that's what made him somewhat of a celebrity. He was featured on several national TV shows including PM Magazine
and had received literally thousands of letters from celebrities, dignitaries, and politicians. I have seen letters from President Eisenhower and Pope Paul II
. In 1979 his name was recorded in the Senate Congressional Record as "James D. Rielly – A Truly Remarkable Santa Claus From Rhode Island".
Papa appeared primarily at hospitals, nursing homes, orphanages, schools, charitable organizations, and military bases. He occasionally did home visits and private parties too, but he never took money for any of his appearances.
I am told many people showed their appreciation in the form of bottles of scotch, whisky, wine, etc., but the only ones that took advantage of that, were the people driving Papa to and from appearances. My Papa, the son of Irish immigrants, didn't drink alcohol! Papa didn't drive, so when my Dad and his brothers and sisters were old enough there was never a shortage of drivers for Papa.
2007 will be my 16th year as Santa. I took up the red suit the year after he passed. In Papa's honor I take no money for my appearances and stick primarily to the same customer base – although there aren't many orphanages around these days. I have a long way to go before I get to his level, but I like to think that I am continuing his work. Before all of my appearances, I say a little prayer to Papa. I like to think that he is watching.
So thank you Papa. Thank you for being an inspiration to me and who knows how many countless other childrens you may have touched.