What the World Needs Now is More Santas — 9 Comments

  1. What a wonderful story. This Chirstmas eve I heard a story from my mother’s childhood I had never heard before. We lost my mother six years ago, but still spend every Christmas eve with her mother (Granner) and her brother and sisters. They had help move thier Aunt and Uncle up to Colorado and were worried Santa would not find them. Much to their suprise Santa did show up – in a Taxi! Being Texas Hill Country kids they had never seen a real taxi and that it amazing Santa had used a cab driver to find them.

  2. A lovely stroll down memory lane, thank you. My favorite Christmas memory is from my 11th Christmas when the reality of it all finally sunk in, ever do slowly. I lived in a tiny apartment with my mother. By this particular Christmas we’d been in the apartment three winters. Each Christmas, we’d decorate a small tree and hang our stockings on a chair rail in the hall. Finally, as we hung the stockings this particular year, I asked, “How does Santa get in? We don’t have a fireplace.” I believe I was still expecting an actual explanation.
    My mother couldn’t keep up the ruse. I was 11 after all. How old we’re you, Lynn, when you figured it out?

    • Lovely story, Janet. And leave it to a child without a fireplace to poke a finger at the major flaw in the Santa story. You know, I don’t remember how old I was when I figured it out. What I do remember is Mom saying “Don’t tell your brother.”

  3. What a lovely post. I especially loved Lily and the bells. I hadn’t thought about using Microsoft clip art for the blogs. Thanks for the idea.

  4. I Love this post, Lynn. Beautiful Christmas memories. Your blog looks great. The clip art is such a good idea! Happy New Year!

  5. PS I’m from Pgh, too! We moved to Calif when I was 8. This is the first blog I’ve left a comment on with my iPad mini! Still learning how to use it!

  6. What a beautiful story Lynn! Thanks for sharing with everyone. My fondest memory of the true meaning of Christmas is when I was about 12 or 13 years old, I was in 7th or 8th grade at Wilkins Jr Hi and was one of seven children in my family. We didn’t have much money then and Christmas in my house was focused on my younger twin brothers, about 2 or 3. I really didn’t want anything, just wanted my little brothers to have a nice Christmas. After everyone open their gifts, there at the bottom of the pile, Santa had left a gift for me. When I opened the present, I had a new pair of shoes! Hadn’t really noticed how awful my shoes were up to that point, and with all the pressure of Jr. Hi, etc. but, I cherished those shoes. Happy Holidays.

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