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Big Santa by Ginger Keller Gannaway

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In 1961 my dad created a 16-foot-tall Santa Claus.  At the time, he owned Keller Advertising and painted huge roadside billboards and local storefront windows. When I was 5, he designed, drew, and painted four wooden pieces that when connected made a smiling Santa that he would raise and attach to our 18-foot chimney. Our 1950’s ranch style home was at the end of a winding gravel road off of Highway 190 on the outskirts of town. Dad set a spot light on Big Santa so cars could see him waving as they drove by. Also, Dad made the back view of  a 7-year-old boy and a 5-year-old girl waving at Santa. My red tricycle was set next to the  pigtailed girl to create a Rockwell Christmas moment.

Santa circa 1996

Over the years, my feelings about Big Santa have changed.

In the 1960’s Big Santa added magical excitement to my kid dreams of Mr. Claus’s superpowers. Santa’s smiling presence also gave my family a touch of local fame as folks drove past our place each Christmas, and we even made the Eunice News once.

Fast forward to the 1980’s after my grandma died, and my parents bought her 100 year-old home and we moved to town. Now Big Santa needed an 18-foot pole to support him as he waved to sidewalk visitors and Second Street motorists.  Those days Santa was a novelty for me each December when I swooped into town for my mandatory college semester break.

In the beginning of the 21st century Big Santa loomed large in a different way.  After my three sons were past their “I believe in Santa” phase, they helped their Papa put up the Santa the day after Thanksgiving and take him down right after the Christmas day chaos.

Putting up Big Santa became a complicated family tradition.  In 2007 my

dad was 80, so he mostly directed his grandsons (my boys and their 2 cousins) in the raising of the Santa.  First, they hauled the four sections from the back of the garage and cleaned up Mr. Claus before laying him facedown on the front lawn.  Then several wooded 2X4’s were arranged and screwed to the Santa sections to pull him all together. Next, 4 or 5 guys lifted and walked Santa towards his standing pole and secured him with screws and wire.  Papa sat in a folding chair and barked orders to his grandsons. By 2012 he had his walker beside him, and the boys did their best to keep Papa from grunting and struggling to stand to correct their construction mistakes. Of course, mistakes were as inevitable as Papa’s complaining and cussing. Once my middle son Casey wisely suggested they buy new tools since my dad’s hammer head had a tendency to fall off its wooden handle, and the screws were more rust than metal. “This would be a lot easier if we weren’t using tools from the Stone Age!”

Papa scoffed at such nonsense: “Give me that damn hammer! I’ll do it.”

So the grandsons worked with worn-out tools and rotting wood as they maneuvered around a short-tempered, crooked-backed, bossy-coach of a grandpa. Big Santa became a dreaded sort of family tradition. “If we get up early enough tomorrow, we can get Santa up before Papa wakes up,” said Evan, my youngest, on the fortunate Black Friday of 2014.

Despite the frustration and anger that accompanied Big Santa’s arrival, family and friends still loved to pose in front of him each holiday. He made a dramatic backdrop, and passers-by often stopped to snap their own Big Santa moment.IMG_4299 (1)

At age 90 Dad moved to live with us in Texas, leaving Big Santa’s fate in cousin Chiquita’s hands since she had bought Grandma’s home. Last year she had him out on Second Street greeting the passers-by.  I’m not sure if he will be out during the pandemic, but I believe his appearance would be welcomed.

Dad passed away this June, and I can’t think of Christmas without remembering his creation and the way Santa waved hopefully to the folks of Eunice, Louisiana.

Merry Christmas, y’all!

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Big Santa, 2014



I grew up as a crooked girl who dealt with a mild case of cerebral palsy. In a small Cajun town during the 1960s, I relied on my little sisters' support and energy to give me confidence and our grandma's movie theater to help me escape when life's "pas bon" moments overwhelmed me.

15 thoughts on “Big Santa by Ginger Keller Gannaway

    1. Gary,
      This will be our first Texas Christmas with Dad. I’ll see what he says after I show him my story. You have a very groovy holiday!



    2. Thanks so much for reading “Big Santa.” Dad died in June of this year, just weeks after his 93rd birthday!!! I hope you are doing fine and you enjoy this crazy Christmas season.


    1. Hey there, Cousin Joann!!! Thanks for reading my blog! We live in Austin, Texas. I hope you and all your family have a wonderful Christmas!


  1. I’ve always loved that Santa especially when I was a little child. How fortunate we were to be “related” to that Christmas tradition. Thx for your blog and bringing Santa to Christmas this year. 🎄🙏😘

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    1. I guess as I’m getting older and older, I look back at things I used to take for granted and now I realize they were extra special. I’m glad you enjoyed the Santa story. We did manage to have BIG fun in a small town. I believe having so many cool cousins made so many good times possible.


    1. Thank you so much, Aunt Faye! This Christmas will be so bittersweet with Dad (and Uncle Jackie) with us. But they’re for sure having better times in heaven than with the crazy pandemic days here. Merry Christmas to you and all your family!


  2. Oh Ginger! I love this story and the tradition behind it! I’m sure Santa is up and will send a pic as I’m just a block away! What a great memory for all! Merry Christmas friend!

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    1. Merci beaucoup, Celeste! I would love to see Big Santa’s wave! We’re all missing Daddy so much during the holidays. I wish you and your loved ones Merry Christmas as Well!


  3. Ginger, you brought tears to my eyes. Love the story of Big Santa, your Dad and your boys. They were lucky to have so much time with him, cussing and all! Thank you for sharing.

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