christmas past - part one
| Visiting Santa can be scary ... and scarring ... and fun. After I turned three, I wasn't scared or scarred anymore. I was just happy to meet him. I loved getting the candy cane when I'd walk away from shaking his hand.. Santa was always the cool, benevolent jolly fat guy who knew that I was naughty or nice. And I had great respect for that "telescope" that he would use to watch me. |
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| Having a photo taken with Santa has been a tradition in our home since I was 1.63 years old and the thrill of seeing "Guy" (apparently that's the only word I could come up with to call Santa as a toddler) has never worn off. The good ole' Christmas's of the early to mid 70's were great becuase my folks made it a point to make them great. As the oldest of four kids growing up (and two more younger siblings I would meet later on in life as an adult) Christmas was a time of excitement, anticipation and wonder. Tradition consistently shaped our celebration of Christmas. Tradition has continued to shape our celebration of Christmas. Visiting Santa is just one of many. In 1995 we continued the tradition with our girls and haven't missed a year yet. I'm pretty sure Santa hasn't scared or scarred our girls... yet. | |
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