Lisa Grazan, PA

Senior Writer

A graduate of Allegheny College and the University of Pittsburgh School of Law, Lisa is an attorney-turned-writer and author. Lisa spent a good portion of her 30-year legal career either in front of the court as a litigator or behind the scenes translating German language documents for use at trial. Her passion is holistic health and now, as a Doctor of Naturopathy and Certified Natural Health Professional, she has written her first book about how to follow your own inherently unique blueprint for a healthy, balanced life.

As a Story Terrace writer, Lisa interviews customers and turns their life stories into books. Get to know her better by reading her autobiographical anecdote below.

Negotiating with Santa

“’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring,” except for me. I was desperately trying to get to sleep in time for Santa. I glared at my Minnie Mouse clock, watching as she relentlessly circled her arm, pointing her white glove at each second that ticked away until his inevitable arrival. I finally concluded that Minnie’s smile was just mocking my plight.

I was overcome with anxiety. Granted, at five years old I had grown into a little worrier, but this was an all or nothing battle tonight and I wasn’t about to lose based upon a technicality. I kept hearing: “He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake.” And for heaven’s sake, since he also knows if I’ve been bad or good, being BAD and AWAKE was a combination I wanted to avoid at all costs.

I counted sheep, reindeer, and the white polka dots on Minnie’s pink skirt and bow, but nothing worked! I never had this problem the last four times he visited. But tonight I shivered at the thought of looking up at a bearded and bespectacled giant, dressed in a red velvet suit, peering down at me to ensure that I was in a deep slumber before he got to work.

As Minnie kept up her unrelenting pace, I thought: If I can’t change my circumstances, maybe I could change the rules.

I summoned my dad. “Please tell Santa to leave my toys on the front porch. He doesn’t have to worry about coming in to see me.” I respectfully added, “Go ahead and offer him the cookies and milk, but just hand them to him while he’s on the porch.”

I thought it was a brilliant offer. Park in the driveway, deliver the toys, then be on your “merry” way. If you want the cookies, we’ll pack them in a to-go bag for you. It had “time-saver” written all over it! Since my dad didn’t come back with a counteroffer from the big guy, I presumed we had an agreement.

Shortly thereafter I learned the truth about Santa, but on that Christmas Eve, I honestly believed that St. Nick and I had struck a pretty good deal, one where we both benefitted.

Indeed, “Happy Christmas to all” and, with our new arrangement, “to all a good night.”

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