Okay, I'll admit it's a little early for SANTA CLAUS to be
raising his bearded head, but there's a reason for this post. Not a
great one, admittedly, but any excuse to indulge in a bit of personal
for free so you'll take what you get and be thankful for it. (Don't
you just love it when I'm masterful?) Here's the story.
thing, although that never occurred to me until many years later.
Raymond kindly said I could have it, and so little Santa came
from his bed, chucking Santa back at me as I tried to avoid being
hit. Eventually, SC became a bit loose around the seams, so I
undid his stitching and took him apart, intending to sew him
back together again and tighten and tidy him up a bit.
I occasionally think of Raymond and wonder what he's
doing now. More often, however, I think of that Santa and
wish he were still mine. There are two other Santas I wish I
still had - maybe I'll tell you about them one day, too.