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.
❤️The Autopsy
A Nomad Santa Reflection Years ago, during clinical training, I was A hospital chaplain for years, I was invited to observe an autopsy. It was
✈️🍷 The Wine Incident
A Nomad Santa Reflection I was on my way home from a mission. One of those long-haul flights where the cabin lights dim, and dinner
➡️ ☕Coffee with a Marine
I was standing in line at a Starbucks, somewhere between flights, when I noticed him — a young Marine in full dress blues. He stood
Where Every Journey Tells a Story—and Reminds Us It’s a Small World After All
They say travel broadens the mind, but I think it also softens the heart. Every gate, every terminal, every taxi ride—each one brings a chance
✈️ The First Class Shuffle
I was working a flight to—well, I forget where—but I remember the scene like it happened yesterday. Two well-dressed older women boarded together, each with
✨ The Kid Who Slept on My Shoulder
I was on a flight from Taipei, seated next to a young boy—maybe around ten years old. He didn’t speak much English, and we didn’t