A Connecticut Christmas
The next morning, when I run into the living room and see Patti Playpal
I then check on the cookies that are all gone, and look at my mother wearing her L.L. Bean reindeer apron and think, well, if she ate them instead of Santa, I guess that’s okay. After all, his helpers, no matter who they are, get hungry too.
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One never knows about Santa and Mom canoodling. Thanks for the smiles. Merry Christmas – and hope you stop by my Christmas post.
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I will. Forgive me for being remiss. When I return home. I’m at my early meeting.
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🙂
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I like a forgiving man. 🙂
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In the short time we interacted, I’ve sensed we are like spirits in many ways – so …. – yep – I feel a special connection to you. Thank you for that!
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I loved your post. 🙂
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Christmas is such a magical time for children. Those memories are true treasures. I didn’t wise up to the Santa mystery until everyone else my age already knew, at least 8 or 9. My younger brother probably knew before me.
On the other hand, I never believed it was Santa eating the cookies and drinking the milk. Go figure.
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I wonder about kids nowadays who get phones rather than Leggos think of Santa. I see them in their strollers and muse if they’re missing out.
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You were a precious and precocious little SB. My brother and I wanted Santa to be real, so we never checked.
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You were a lot happier then. 😊
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I was probably happier then, but I have lots to be joyful about now.
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I know you do. Blessings abound. 🙂
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Once in bed on Christmas eve I never got up to sneak a peak in hopes of seeing Santa. I knew he wouldn’t show up until everyone was asleep. I did wonder how he got in our house,though. We didn’t have a chimney and Daddy made sure the doors were locked before he went to bed.
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See, you were Nancy Drew in Doctor Denton PJs too. 🙂
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I remember getting a Dapper Dan one year. A GI Joe another. Back when GI Joe dolls were the “hot toy” of the season. If I’d known then what I know now, I’d have told Mom and Santa Claus to buy me a hundred of the suckers and store them away. I’d promise them a big return on this investment too.
Your Christmas spirit is so much more beautiful than mine, SB.
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Well, get it the fuck outta the closet. I’m sure it’s in there next to that light blue Frankie Valli suit jacket you bought in Atlantic City when you took that dame there. You lost a little, but got a little. What’s that Damon? Yeah, I know, a weak attempt at being you but, hey…we try.
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Set me straight SB. G’head, I can take it. 🙂
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I was just attempting to channel our Mr. Runyon who was quite snappy in his retorts.
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You do palenty fine your bad self, 🙂
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🙂
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And sadly, I lost Dapper Dan in Key West on a family vacation. Now that I think about it, he got the better of that deal.
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Imagine what he’d be worth now, that Dan.
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Dan and Joe would be worth a boat. A nice boat.
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A Cabin Cruiser.
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I’ll name it Dapper Joe
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I christen it with a bottle of Tats.
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Aaaaaaand we’re off!
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I answered you but it may pop up someplace else. WordPress can be such a little prankster.
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Hmmm. That WP really does need to be pulled home by the ear sometimes.
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Yes, without a doubt.
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What lovely reminiscence…
You know, I can’t remember a damn thing I wanted that I got. Why is that, I wonder? My dad used to tell me how that very first Christmas, when I was still an only child, I was eight months old and he had to use foodstamps to get me some stuffed toy… I can only imagine how rought it must have been.
After that, well, he was in real estate and made big bucks that he spent wildly (and had the two bankruptcies to prove it) and I’m sure he must have lavished us three girls.
Is that not odd that I have zero memories of the “whats”?
Merry Christmas to you, dear Susannah!
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I love your dad, using his Food Stamps. How sweet is that, and poignant. Merry Christmas Dale, and I can’t wait for WW.
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He was such a character. Thank you!
And I’m still deciding betwixt a few!! And I have to do it before I leave for my sister’s!
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Flip a coin. 🙂
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I just might
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It’s that Vegas in you.
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Hah!
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A perfect answer.
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I was a little boy in the suburbs of Akron Ohio when I was four years old. The toy train about which I dreamt is now an antique…along with me. My older sisters made short work of the legend of Santa was a child’s belief. Cheers of the season to you.
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I would have loved to have had one of those trains that chug around the tree. What a wonderful memory to warm you. Santa for me is all that is good…grace in pretty packaging.
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Now as an adult…I watch the NORAD Santa tracker.
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That made me laugh.
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I love Little SB’s Christmas tale.💕 My parents were happy to give Santa credit for one or two gifts each year – the rest were clearly labeled from them or other relatives. I probably caught on pretty early, but preferred sticking by the Santa is Real version, because it was fun. Fun is good!🤪
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It’s funny what you remember. I was just this little kid who was already sprouting her cub reporter. I knew something was fishy. The romantic part of Santa should be a must for all children. The whole idea of a man in a bright red suit showing up by way of a chimney cuts the grease if you will. Have a wonderful day Eileen, and know your graceful presence is always appreciated.
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Delightful piece! I liked being a child with sugar plums dancing in my head! And then, adulthood knocked on my door – sigh. Enjoy your holidays, Susannah!
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What a nice message. Thank you so much. You too.
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😉
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You’re a nice goil Eugenia. I can tell.
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Aww, thanks, Renard!
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Renard could be a character in a story. 😊
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Whoa! Sorry, Susannah about my Renard boo-boo! Methinks, it’s time for a break! 🙄
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Love the word methinks. Had a friend who used it all the time as if he were Sir Lancelot. Has a nice lyrical ring to it, doesn’t it. I make cyber mistakes on a regular basis. It’s because we write so fast.
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You’re fun to know now; I bet you were a riot back in school!
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I was a mini detective. Columbo in pajamas.
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Like I said, “a riot”.
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