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……Ho Ho I had on a recent Saturday evening. A quickie. Now I’m counting on all of you wonderful people to pull your minds on out of the gutter and think clean. After all, I’m a bonneted woman and such activities would never appear on my social calendar. Once the gawfaws stop, I'll continue.
What I’m referring to is a short and sweet visit to fellow QSJ member Crys home. Little Spongebob tagged along with me this time and we brought cake. We wanted to make sure Crys opened the door and figured that nobody could resist Raspberry Temptation. The trap set, Margie took the bait and answered in one knock! Cake is always good for that.
I read about Crys “Santa fixation” in one of her earlier posts, but it doesn’t quite describe what is going on in this woman’s apartment. The “real deal” is the motherload of St. Nick!! I was visually assaulted by a flurry of 142 twinkling blue eyes, bellies o’ jelly, and white beards. Yes it’s true. Crys has 72 Santa Claus figures, not counting the 8 million on her Christmas tree.
Santa was on tables, door handles, counters, floors, walls, ceilings, hallway, bedroom and office. There were dancing Santas, singing Santas, and Santas that rang bells. Santas in sleighs, Santas on plates, cups, and glasses, planters. Drug culture Santas, British Santas, Santas as far as the eye could see! Hitchcock could have had a field day with this!
The piece de le resistance came when I had to use the little girls room. I’ll keep this to a minimum for the sake of propriety, but as I was “seated”, I looked up to see Santa outright staring at me from the back of the bathroom door. I swear the bugger winked at me! I winked back. HA! He blushed, not I !!! That’s about the time I noticed there were a few more around the room. I washed my hands and departed quickly, fearing one of them would move and cause another urgent call to sit again. Don't believe me?? Check out "the evidence".
No doubt in our minds that there's belief here!!
Someone's grocery bill must be enormous!!!
When I returned to Crys in the kitchen, I spotted another Santa I had missed during the cake eating event. I broke. I simply looked at my friend and said “Margie, you have a problem”. Her reaction, of course, was to laugh. Like cake, Crys is always good for that. When we cart Crys off to the nut house we better be sure that the straight jacket is red with white trim. Whatever the occasion, we want her looking good.
In retrospect I have to hand it to my friend. She has filled her holiday world with joyous colour, and all the excitement of a dream. Crys’s “fixation” is indeed one that we could all use more of. Santa symbolizes the spirit of giving, faith in the unseen, and selfless love of others. It’s a matter of priorities. In this fast paced world, we often find ourselves caught up cynicism. Why wouldn’t Crys surround herself with the all time Granddaddy of Jolly? Makes perfect sense.
Oh, and one more thing before I go – I didn’t notice one Santa with a pipe tucked in his mouth . Margie if I missed it, paint it off his face!!!! We need him to stick around a long, long time!
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Current Mood: Merry
Current Music: Run Run Rudolph - The Tractors
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