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Close to Nowhere By Linda Jones Dear Santa, I want... Dear Santa, This year for Christmas I want a new Barbie -- I realize Bratz are all the “thing” now, but I still love Barbie best! I’d
really like to have one just like the one my mother gave me on my 11th
birthday. She was so beautiful and I was the envy of every girl I knew. Actually,
she was bald-headed. But she came with wigs! Three of them! A short
brunette one; shoulder length red and a long, lustrous blonde one. She
was so cool! And so, by virtue of being her owner, was I! If
I can’t have my old Barbie, Santa, maybe I could have something else --
there’s this nifty quilting frame that I’ve been drooling over since
the Nashville quilt show in August. I’ve been really good this
year...maybe...kinda... oh, all right, I haven’t been that good, but I
really do need it! And Santa, you might notice that I even put your picture on my column this week. Does buttering up work with you? Deep
in my heart I guess I really want “world peace.” Is there such a thing?
Well, Virginia, as long as there is Santa Claus, we can hope for world
peace! Just don’t forget my Barbie! •
Santa Claus came to visit the children at my church Sunday after lunch.
He was a tad nervous, as he’d never made a successful (according to him
anyway) appearance, but he worried for nothing! Santa
(my oldest brother Dennis) drove from Memphis and got to Free Springs
UMC just before lunch. He really enjoys pot-luck meals and the ladies
at my church are all excellent cooks! A couple of the men aren’t too
shabby either! Kenny Hardin smokes the best poultry, pork or beef
you’ll ever eat! My two granddaughters had been
warned not to recognize Santa, as they love their Uncle Dennis a lot
and would immediately recognize and jump on him. Jim,
the first one to get a Christmas present from Santa, and his older
brother Sam, were pretty suspicious -- the first thing Jim said to
Santa was “who are you really?” Santa just ho-ho-hoed at him and sent him on his way. Santa
was dressed in a borrowed suit and he had a bit of a problem.
Fortunately, he was sitting most of the time. If he was standing, one
hand was firmly grasping the top of the pants. Seems like the elastic
or drawstring had vanished. (I was a good elf -- before returning Santa his pants, I put a new drawstring in for him.) Santa had a good time Sunday -- no need to worry at all. He
enjoyed all the little ones coming to get their presents, but I think
the “kids” that he liked the best were Jessie and Taylor, two teenager
girls, who wanted their picture made with Santa. That made Santa happy too! |