These days, the jolly fat man in the red suit and the white
beard who gets around in a sleigh pulled by reindeer has morphed into a clean
shaven, slim and trim, younger fellow wearing a brown uniform and driving a big
brown truck with gold lettering on the side.
He showed up here on Monday with Christmas from Los Angeles,
and he showed up in Lakewood yesterday with Christmas from the Ozarks. And the
respective families breathed sighs of relief that nothing happened to these
boxes along the way.
Such is the situation when just about all the people one
buys gifts for are 1500 miles away and there is little likelihood that any of
them will come East for the holiday or that we will travel West. My sister
would love for me to experience the Italian Christmas Eve seafood meal (squid
is usually involved) that is traditional in her husband’s family. If it were
possible to hop on an airplane in Springfield and fly directly to Los Angeles
or Long Beach or Orange County, we might actually think about it, but having to
change flights in Denver or Dallas-Ft Worth is an adventure neither of us wants
to participate in at this time of the year.
I remember a Christmas season a very long time ago when my
father took his little kids to downtown Gardena to see Santa Claus in the early
afternoon. We found him, sure enough, staggering down the street drunk as a
skunk. My dad was very angry --and he could get rather loud when he was mad -- and I can remember him complaining to somebody about it, but now I
don’t remember if it was in person or on the telephone after we got back home.
I suppose we took our boy to see Santa when he was little,
but I don’t remember doing so, and I don’t have any pictures of him sitting on
Santa’s lap. I do remember going down to the train tracks several Christmases in a row
to see a special Christmas Train that Burlington-Northern had put together, lit
up and decorated, with Santa Claus on a flat car. It was quite beautiful.
3 comments:
Yeah, my underwear is starting to bind a little. See, I cheap by wearing sweats most of the time, and they are SO forgiving. Not the underwear, though.
I haven't been around blogland the last few days. It's been quite hectic here even though all our presents were bought and wrapped by Dec 5. At any rate, we're ready for tomorrow and so I'm reading some blogs this morning.
If you have a minute today please stop by my blog and vote for your favorite gingerbread house. The 2 oldest grandsons and their girly-friends came by to decorate them while I enjoyed watching all the fun. Of course I took pictures of the whole process. I'd like this to become a tradition.
Wishing you and your husband a very Merry Christmas and a blessed New Year!
After that I will never try a Christmas Goose..my Grandma used to talk about how good they were.. Merry Christmas:)
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