Meet Nomad Santa
Where Every Journey Tells a Story—and Reminds Us It's a Small World After All
They call me Nomad Santa. Not because I hand out presents (though I’ve been known to share a coffee or a story), but because I wander—airport to airport, city to city, country to country. And yes, I’ve got the beard.
Along the way, I’ve collected moments—quiet, funny, unexpected, and sometimes unforgettable. A sleepy child mistaking me for Santa in a Dublin lounge. A stranger’s kindness at 35,000 feet. A hard choice softened by a shared smile.
This is a collection of those reflections.
Stories from the road, glimpses of humanity, and reminders that wherever we land, it’s a small world—and we’re all neighbors.
Divine Accidents – Jordan and the Music of Healing
I call them Divine accidents—those chance encounters that feel anything but random. My usual place in Brisbane wasn’t available, so I booked a quirky little boutique
In Memory of a Companion
📱 “In Memory of a Companion”A Nomad Santa Reflection Some say it was a freak gust of wind.Others blame the umbrella. I blame neither.But on
Who They Think We Are… and Who We Choose to Be
“Are you one of those traveling Santas?” “Yes,” I said. “But this travel gig is my summer job. It’s way too quiet at the North
❤️ A Nomad Santa Reflection on Simple Truths That Stay With Us
Years ago, I was sitting in a larger church—at least by Canadian standards. The kind with high ceilings, a generous sanctuary, and a pipe organ
🤍 The Silent Embrace
A Nomad Santa Reflection It was late. I’d been called to Labor and Delivery for what was a quiet shift, but this wasn’t routine. I
🛺💎 The Premier Sapphire Factory Export Center
A Nomad Santa Reflection Bangkok. Hot, loud, alive. The kind of city that hums under your skin. I was only there a few short hours