Thursday, December 20, 2007
Close to Nowhere
Dear Santa, I want...
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!
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