The Secret Life of a Santa Claus Parade Clown

A first-time Santa Claus Parade Clown discovers holiday magic

The Secret Life of a Santa Claus Parade Clown

Clowns never ever scared me. Their antics always delighted me.
The overwhelming desire to be a clown in the Santa Claus Parade was born when I watched my first parade in Montreal in the Forties. I was ‘snowsuit’ young. It was so cold and I remember all the kids being bundled up within an inch of our lives but, oh the excitement!
Fast forward to a blog post I wrote when I was past retirement age. In it I mused about having accomplished many of my major life goals and now … ‘There's no longer a driving need for me to succeed. I simply hope to experience some offbeat stuff that I think will make my heart happy.’ And, the first item on that list was still, ‘I want to be a clown and lead a parade.’
Last week my daughter was invited to be a celebrity clown in the Santa Claus Parade. Bless her heart, knowing my crazy wish to be a clown she asked that I go in her place. Oh my goodness! What a wonderful opportunity. My heart lit up like a Christmas tree.
However my inner voice promptly went into worry mode. ‘ Seventy-four year olds aren’t meant to be clowns. Act your age. You’ll need to walk three and a half miles. What if it’s bitter cold? And what if you need to pee along the way?’ Three hours is a very long time.'  With each new worry my family talked me down. If it's on your wish list, just do it, they counselled!
I listened and I must say I did approach the big day with great gusto. My blue clown costume with the white collar and yellow wig were hand delivered to me as soon as I sent my formal acceptance. And, from that moment the excitement mounted. I went off to the Dollar Store to buy some clown accessories. Yes! Those yellow daisies and a tiny blue whisk broom would be perfect.
My instruction sheet informed me that I must be at clown headquarters at 8:15 AM. Believe me, I needn’t have worried about being too old. There were another 100 clown wannabees of all sizes, shapes and ages already there. Many of them had been clowning in the parade for years. I was the newbie with loads of questions.
First we all had breakfast and I was instructed to go easy on the coffee. That should take care of the ‘what if I need to pee?’ concern.
Signs posted on the wall led us all to the clown make-up room with artists waiting to paint our faces any way we wished. My gal, Meg was a dream. Together we decided on a simple design to show off my trademark red glasses. I then watched in the mirror as I morphed from Evelyn to clown extraordinaire (at least in my own eyes).
 Next came a personal photo shoot for each clown.
Followed by the clown caricatures
And then off we all went for our 2014 clown group photo.

Naturally, I took the opportunity to chat with the motorcycle cops who were going to be in the parade. I couldn’t resist asking if I could use a motorcycle for a photo opportunity.

It wasn’t until we were in the school buses being driven to the start of the parade that it happened. I began to feel a huge emotional lump in my throat and the tears began to well in my eyes.

There were already kids lining the parade route and they were waving madly at us. My mind flashed back to that little kid bundled up in a  snowsuit a long, long time ago. I remembered the joy I felt then. Today, hopefully would be my opportunity to pay it forward. I so wanted to pass that delight along to another generation of Canadian children.

The next three hours flew by. I never once felt tired. I never once felt cold and I never, ever felt too old. We, clowns, led the parade and I was buoyed by the cheering kids and the marching band that played right behind us.


While the younger clowns skipped, danced, and made lots of noise with horns and whistles, I quietly concentrated on the very young children in the crowd. I touched their little hands, blew kisses and often got the sweetest smiles of delight in return. I asked the five and six year olds if they were married yet, and if not, why not? That brought out the guffaws, exactly as intended.

One man held a sleeping baby and asked me to pose with the child. He said that 'one day we'll be able to show him his first Santa Claus Parade.'  Children ran up to me with letters to Santa. I promised to deliver all of them. I was fulfilling their dreams. They were fulfilling mine.
Of course, I couldn't let this opportunity go by without exercising the inner mischievous me as well. Every so often I stopped in front of the crowd and emphatically pointed to an adult to stand on a designated spot beside me. I got a lot of ... Who, me? They were, of course, leery but they eventually came forward. Lots of laughter ensued when I gave each a big hug and wished them a Merry Christmas (and yes, there were a few handsome men involved in the exercise).
I carried my tiny blue whisk broom in my red bag and used that to dust the falling snow off the uniforms of police personnel who lined the route. The kids loved it and the very nice officers politely indulged me.

Too soon it was over. The clown wig came off, costume put away, and my face washed clean of any ‘clowning around.’ But rest assured that those kids who lined the parade route gave me enough happy memories to last a lifetime. I can only hope I did the same ‘juicy stuff’ for each and every one of them.

P.S. This blog post is dedicated to Jeff Weiss, President of Harbinger who made this wonderful journey possible. He is the nicest clown I've ever had the pleasure of meeting.


Why I Never Leave Home Without My Red Eye Glasses

And Why Seniors Need To Make Their Eye Health A Priority

Why I Never Leave Home Without My Red Eye Glasses

Why I Never Leave Home Without My Red Eye Glasses

I’m 74 years old, a travel journalist and a photographer.

Some women my age won’t leave home without putting on their single strand of cultured pearls. I feel the same way about my bright red granny glasses. Not only do they help me to see, they are my absolute best fashion accessory. They truly make me happy.

As the editor of, the largest online travel resource for women, I am often photographed and interviewed by the media. Luckily for me, the granny glasses that I love have become part of my personal 'trademark' and professional brand. I’m often stopped on the street and asked, 'Are you Journeywoman? I recognize your glasses.'   

It’s humorous, but now even my grandchildren associate me with my red granny 'brand.'  I realized this recently when I saw the place card they created for me for a family dinner:

Yet by the time I understood the interesting marketing effect of those red glasses, that particular style and colour was discontinued. I looked everywhere for them. I refused to take no for an answer.

On travel assignments in London, Paris, and Rome, I continuously scoured optician shops. While other tourists were busy buying jewelry and souvenirs, I had only one objective — to locate a spare pair of those fabulous glasses. In France, I pointed to my own glasses and said, 'Je cherche des lunettes rouges comme celles-ci' (I’m looking for red glasses just like these). In Italy, it was, 'Sto cercando gli occhiali rossi come questi.' Each time, I was disappointed because the answer was always, 'No.'

To be truly honest, while I love being fashion forward, I’ve never forgotten that my glasses are first and foremost my window to the world. Long hours staring at a computer screen strains my eyes. And how can anyone take good photographs if what one sees is distorted? To do my work well, seeing clearly is a must!

I’m surprised that not everybody feels as strongly about their eyes and eyewear as I do. Many of my senior pals are using those cheap magnifying glasses that can be found at Dollar Stores. They simply assume that with age your eyesight is bound to get weaker. It’s perfectly natural. You don’t need an eye doctor to tell you that.

I hate to be a goody-goody, but I always remind them that those cheap glasses shouldn’t replace an annual visit to a Doctor of Optometry to check their eye health. At our age, it’s extremely important to be vigilant because the most common causes of serious vision loss (like cataracts and glaucoma) occur later in life. The good news is with help from a Doctor of Optometry, 75 per cent of vision loss can be prevented or treated.

I learned that important lesson during an eye exam last year. Though I saw no real deterioration in my sight, my optometrist did see some warning signs and ordered further testing. To my great surprise, I was diagnosed with age-related Macular Degeneration (AMD), a disease that results in degenerative changes to your central vision. This eye disease usually affects people 50+, and over one million Canadians have some form of AMD. Though there is no cure, my optometrist has recommended a specific high-dose vitamin formulation to reduce the risk of the condition progressing.

Preventative care for your eyes is essential for preserving and maintaining eye health. Serious diseases have no warning signs, so early detection is key. Take a look at this short video for more info on how you can help prevent eye disease:

All I can say is, thank goodness I kept up with my annual check-ups. I can’t imagine losing my vision all together, not being able to see my grandkids as they move from tweens to teens and then to adulthood. I can’t imagine not being able to photograph the vibrant fall foliage colors each and every year. And, even though he is now married, I definitely want to keep seeing the latest photos of George Clooney. He makes my heart beat faster!

You'll be pleased to know that this saga has a very positive ending. My Doctor of Optometry is monitoring my eyesight and my last checkup showed absolutely no new vision loss. You can be sure I will continue to take those vitamins!

Plus, right here in my hometown, I looked into yet one more eyewear shop and there they finally were. Just one pair. Red. Fabulous. An exact carbon copy of the originals.

Life is good!

P.S. I suggest that you bookmark the Doctors of Optometry Eye Health Library. It answers many eye-related questions from prevention information to treatment options to eyewear solutions.

Take care of your eyes. We ALL still have so much to see!