LISBETH & A VISIT WITH SANTA

Sunday Selfies: Week #228

 

 

Christmas is just a couple of days away now, which is why I agreed to do a selfie. I want to make certain I remain on Santa Claws’ “Nice” list. I added just a touch of festive decorations to my photo to celebrate the holiday.

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Thoroughly Poetic Thursday on Sunday

We missed poetry day this week so are joining it today with a poem inspired by this photo.

 

 

A Visit With Santa

If I ever sat on Santa’s lap
I don’t remember it, and there is
no photographic evidence. I
don’t know if I would have been frightened
like this toddler or chatty and calm.
Each year we attended a Christmas
Party hosted by my dad’s employer.
Every child received a gift from
the hired Santa. And Santa always
filled our stockings…crayons, Slinkies, Jacks,
Pick-Up Sticks, bubbles and bubble bath
and new white gloves for church on
Christmas Day. But I
never talked to Santa…never left him
milk and cookies. And I never tried
to stay awake to catch a peak. One
year Santa left gifts outside on the
back porch. There was whispering about
him being tipsy and unable
to get down the chimney. I was five.
I didn’t understand and didn’t
care. I wonder what memories this
toddler will make? Will she remember
her scary visit with old St. Nick?
Will she take her kids to see Santa
when she grows up and becomes a
mother? Will they smile and whisper
their wishes in Santa Claus’s ear
or hand him a list then hide and cry?
Whatever their experience, I know
for a fact, their stockings Santa will fill.

© Janet Buickerood Blue 12/19/2018

I still have my original Christmas stocking my grandmother knit for me my very first Christmas in 1949. My sister had one exactly like it. They have our names and year of birth knit into them. Mine is hanging from the mantle right now.

Thoroughly Poetic Thursday is the creation of Angel Sammy from Two Spoiled Cats. He writes a fabulous poem each week and transmits it to Teddy from the Rainbow Bridge. If you’d like to join in next week, check this past Thursday’s post by clicking on the Two Spoiled Cats badge to find the inspiration photo for next week.

 

Thanks for stopping by today.

Purrs and paw-pats, Lisbeth (with love and kisses for my boyfriend, Cat Scout Charles)

 

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