I’ve been passing through Thomasville, North Carolina, most all of my life. As a child, it was around the halfway point on the trip to visit my grandparents.
Stretching my little five-year-old neck out of the passenger side window of Momma’s ‘69 Camaro to see the Big Chair, I always marveled at how someone was able to build that thing, let alone climb up to have a seat in it.
Seems I can recall my grandfather telling me that Santa Claus had a hand in building it so he could have a place to rest on Christmas eve.
He had a talent for making a “tall-tale” sound believable… and I never doubted him.
Even though my grandparents and Momma have passed on, as has that beloved vehicle, I still find myself taking the old way through downtown Thomasville on the way to visit the cemetery. It feels like a step back in time – old storefronts still much the same as I remember, and those wonderful train tracks that jostle you silly as you cross them.
It’s even more exciting when your trip is paused for a few minutes, as a passing train makes its way through town. For that moment, time stands still.
And I look over at the Big Chair and wonder if Santa still makes his rest stop there.
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