|See the resemblance to Santa?|
This year we have not been in a setting for that to happen. All the small children we have been around know Husband and that he is not Santa. Husband is wearing his beard shorter, almost just a goatee which helps not look so much like Santa. But I miss the light in the eyes of the children and his,too.
This year, Santa Baby, I want
- To see joy in Husband's eyes again. You can leave the sables alive, well and running around making more baby sables. I do not want an expensive coat. I just want that twinkle back again in Husband's blue eyes.
- To see grandsons actually open our gifts in front of us, not just hear about it in a phone call. For the second time ever.
- To see a Nelson Mandela mentality in more leaders instead of Hitleresque leaders.
- To see my Mom celebrate daily the joys of life instead of the losses in her life.
- That sweater I saw at the store today that I told Husband about and had the lady lay aside for him. Just a little help for the Jolly, old elf.
To gauge how successful a letter to Santa can be let's review last year's wish list:
- A new car. This year I have no car by choice. We chose to donate my car that was 18 years old with 212,000 plus miles. I hope that car continues to run for two more years for the ministry that received it.
- I wished for new shoes with arch supports. They were received and have made a huge difference in my walking comfort.
- While I will not see the grandsons on Christmas morning, we now live 5 miles from them. I have seen them every four or five days over the last 2 weeks. Beats Christmas morning once every decade or so.
- Gene's mom will never eat at my table again. She is feasting in heaven and maybe eating some of Granny's rolls. And that makes me happy for her. And I sold my table before the move.
- Turns out I did not need a cap for my teeth, just sensitive teeth toothpaste. Even better! Husband did get a new tooth cap.
- Living in a loft apartment with a slightly higher commode is working out good for me, too.
- Bought pj's myself.
- Put the decorations up ourselves. Turned out to be the last time. Glad we did the whole 9 yards last year. You know, one last time.
Second Blooming or Ginny's Lemon Drop Pie to read more letters to you. These bloggers have all been really nice this year!