“Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies!”
It was the sleep of the dead. I might as well have been in a sarcophagus. I woke up at 8 as I had a meeting at 9, got a call making sure I knew of the meeting and ended up not going. I was just so tired I went back to bed and woke up at noon to a winter wonderland, well not quite a wonderland but it is snowing. The snowflakes are huge and wet so I doubt the storm has much staying power. I was going to get my tree today, but I’ll wait for a drier day. I will do some decorating later and tonight some wrapping. It’s time for Christmas at my house.
When I was around three Santa came to our house. I remember peeking out at him from my parent’s bedroom. He was sitting on the couch waiting for me. I walked over, sat on his lap and told him what I wanted for Christmas. My brother, a year younger than I, was too afraid and never left the bedroom. I have a picture of me with Santa from that day. My face is filled with wonder, and I am staring open-mouthed at Santa right there in my own house.
When my nephew was young, I sent my sister a Christmas report card for him. It had all sorts of good little boy and good little girl behaviors like puts toys away, eats vegetables, listens, goes to bed when asked-all the stuff kids usually balk at doing. There was a column next to each behavior where a gold or black star was placed. On Christmas Eve, the report card was to be left under the tree for Santa so he would know how good a boy my nephew had been. Ryan, my nephew, took that card to heart. If he was bad, my sister would put up a black star, and Ryan would cry and swear to be good if she’d just take the star off. She usually gave him an ultimatum he had to follow if he wanted the star removed. He usually did and the black star was no more. Santa always had such power for goodness during Christmas.
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December 10, 2013 at 1:41 pm
Our snow is melting away and I have to admit that the roads already are much better. I never thought they would be this good after only one day with warm winds. But the fog came instead so I really didn’t see much of the riad to be honest 🙂
I was terrified of Santa and was so relieved when I found out he wasn’t for real 🙂 🙂 🙂 One of my first memories is from when they forced me to go to him during Christmas eve, they never forced me to do that again 🙂 🙂 🙂 I also have a photo with Santa and me and my best friend. The only way to make me come close to him was to bribe me with loads of cookies anbd that my best friend came at the same time. I have a very forced smile in that photo 🙂 🙂 🙂
I’ll bring up my little cypress on the thirteenth and dress it the same evening. I’ll have my colored lights and the straw figures since it’s way to small to have any bigger ornaments. I might however place a few of the things we kids made when we were small, they are sort of Christmas crackers but they were never supposed to crack 🙂
Have a great day!
Christer.
December 10, 2013 at 2:02 pm
Christer,
The fog is deadly at times. The worse here is by the water. Sometimes you can’t see to the left or right of the bridges.
You and my brother could have stayed in the bedroom coding Santa. Some kids are afraid. That’s just the way it is. My nieces 18 month old son didn’t cry but he didn’t want anything to do with Santa.
I think I’m going to wrap later. I don’t feel like going up and down stairs to decorate so I’ll wait on that.
Have a great evening!
December 10, 2013 at 2:06 pm
As you may have noticed, I posted this on Facebook today. I’ve decided to do a song of the day. And it’s such an instructional video, I thought I’d share it here, too. Hope you don’t mind.l
December 10, 2013 at 2:19 pm
im6,
I haven’t been on Facebook today so I hadn’t seen this. Maybe I should be glad I missed it. It is wonderfully odd and starve (redundancy on purpose).
Feel free to post-I give you blanket permission.
December 10, 2013 at 2:43 pm
It’s from my mix of a couple of year’s ago. It’s just so educational. Kind of like that one where the woman keeps telling you to add more bourbon to the fruitcake recipe and she ends up blotto.
December 10, 2013 at 2:49 pm
I would think that more bourbon won’t make the fruitcake palatable.
December 10, 2013 at 2:53 pm
I stand corrected. It’s brandy! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AtKduoHN8wg
December 10, 2013 at 2:58 pm
I love Granny!
December 10, 2013 at 6:52 pm
Although fruit cake is made in many places I still think there is only one in the entire world. It’s passed on annually from one family member to another preferably by UPS so that it doesn’t come back. There is nothing I can think of that I like less than fruit cake. Well, maybe curry or any kind of Indian food 🙂 I don’t think they make fruit cake in India, but who knows.
December 10, 2013 at 7:22 pm
Bob,
I too really don’t like fruitcake, and I don’t know anyone who makes it any more. It could be dangerous if dropped on your foot.
Curry, though, I love as well as a lot of Indian food.
December 10, 2013 at 3:20 pm
Father Christmas
Father Christmas was at Harrods and once a year the cars would head up the Kingston bypass and on to the Cromwell Road. There was no charge to see the Fat Fellow nor was there a goodie bag after we had been parked on his lap. There was always the hope of receiving an Annual for one of the comics, Beano, Dandy or The Victor. So many choices.
Our letters to Father Christmas made their way on to the fireplace and the ashes headed to the North Pole or wherever this chap had time to read our wants and needs. There was a recent claim of discovery of a letter from 1918 which was stuck in a chimney in Dublin, with the request for a toffee apple. That is nice, I would like to think that it has been stuck there for a 100 years holding the hopes and needs of a child now long gone.
Today, in the old country, they ask if children did send their letters up the chimney. We did, its true, they don’t anymore.
December 10, 2013 at 3:28 pm
My Dear Hedley,
We went in town to Boston to see Santa at Jordan Marsh. My mother said he was always the best looking Santa of them all. We had our pictures taken, no goody bags either. Being with Santa was enough.
We wrote our letters to Santa which we then put in the mailbox right near our house. We knew they’d get to the North Pole. I never did stop to think who would deliver them.
December 10, 2013 at 3:30 pm
SOUTH pole?
December 10, 2013 at 3:46 pm
Thanks-I’m losing my mind! It’s corrected. Now I know why I never got what I wished for at Christmas!
December 10, 2013 at 3:48 pm
😛
December 10, 2013 at 3:52 pm
Hi Kat,
Santa came to my godmother’s house down the street. We would all go over there and greet him. That’s a very old memory indeed. When my godmother moved to the next town, Santa didn’t come to the neighborhood specially for us anymore. Just the usual Christmas eve visit.
It’s been snowing all day here. Sometimes it’s even been a bit heavy. It’s not sticking to the pavements though. Rocky and I went for a walk earlier and it was bearable but it did feel a lot colder than just above freezing.
We went for a ride in the jeep, too, just to warm it up.
The plows and sanders were standing by on I95 overpasses.
The French Toast Alert is still Guarded.
Enjoy the evening.
December 10, 2013 at 5:50 pm
Hi Caryn,
I remember once we got a telegram delivered to the house from Santa. He reminded us to be good as Christmas Eve was almost here. I still have that telegram.
It snowed again here to but it didn’t accumulate, too wet. I was content to stay right here all day. I have to go out tomorrow to Hyannis then I really have to get busy wrapping and sending Colorado.
I think the dampness makes it feel ever so much colder-down to the bones colder.
Have a great evening!
December 10, 2013 at 10:20 pm
Hi Kat.
I never believed in Santa, cause were brought up Jewish. I still believe in fairies though. It’s been chilly here, and I caught a cold, which I am nursing. Saturday night Judy Collins is performing, and though her show is sold out, the venue where she is appearing told me if I get there two hours before the show begins, I should be able to get seats that are not standing room. I’m going to ask the fairies for help.
Waving,
Lori and the Crew
December 10, 2013 at 10:39 pm
Hi Lori,
I always clapped for Tinker Bell!
I saw Judy a couple of years ago. Her voice is still beautiful and so is she. It was a great concert. I know you’ll enjoy it.
Take care of that cold! I am just getting over not feeling great-it was four or five days. I feel better right now for the first time in a while. Even my back feels better.
I need to get Christmas busy. I haven’t had the energy or the ambition to bring up decorations for around the house. Tomorrow I have a doctor’s appointment and then I’m going to start wrapping the Colorado stuff. I want it gone by Friday. I hope then to decorate the house and out up my little tree.
Sunday I have a play and dinner with my sister. This time of year is never long enough!
Waving!!