Ho Ho Ho!
Hi everyone. Sorry I’m late this month, but you know how it is this season. Busy, busy, busy. I hope you are all having fun with your holiday preparations and not letting it stress you out too much. Remember, this is a time for joy and love. This month I want to tell you about a holiday tradition of mine. Every year I count Santa Claus’. Yep you heard me right. This is something I have been doing since I was a very little girl. I’m not really sure how this all started, but I have a theory.
Every year at Christmas time my parents would take my brother and I from our snowy home in Wisconsin to stay in Fort Lauderdale, Florida for two or three weeks. Tim and I enjoyed this time because we are both water people and would try to spend every hour of every day immersed in the motel pool or the ocean. But eventually evening would roll around and it would be time for dinner, so it was out of the pool and off to a boring night of hanging out with the grown-ups. After dinner my parents liked to take leisurely drives around the more affluent neighborhoods to ogle the mansions, and dream dreams. This of course was excruciating for me. I’d already had to drag my way through dinner with the adults for gosh sake, why did I have to be punished with the drive. There are pools to be swum in, Hello! I have a feeling I was somewhat vocal about all this, so here’s my theory. I have an idea that after listening to me whine, my mother snapped and told me to shut up and count santas or something. Mom doesn’t recall doing this, but neither of us sees this as far-fetched,
so we’re going with it.
So driving through town became fun. Who would spot the santas first? The adults remembered and asked after my tally all the time so I couldn’t shirk. I’d want to go for a ride so I could increase my count. Over the years I developed rules as to which decorative santas were eligible for the count. For instance, I think it’s a cheat to go into a store to count the santas they have for sale there. There is no challenge in that. However, I do count the mall santas and the santas at the Salvation Army. I don’t recount one after I’ve seen it even If I drive by it everyday.
One year a group of us were driving around to see the decorations and to increase my santa count and not one of them would stick to the rules. I told them if they wanted to be a bunch of cheaters they could count snowmen and leave Santa and me out of it. This got a big laugh and much fun was had by all. So give it try if you want. It’s good, clean family fun and a great way to store up memories to share with all you know
Happy Holidays and My Very Best to You,
Lee
Hi everyone. Sorry I’m late this month, but you know how it is this season. Busy, busy, busy. I hope you are all having fun with your holiday preparations and not letting it stress you out too much. Remember, this is a time for joy and love. This month I want to tell you about a holiday tradition of mine. Every year I count Santa Claus’. Yep you heard me right. This is something I have been doing since I was a very little girl. I’m not really sure how this all started, but I have a theory.
Every year at Christmas time my parents would take my brother and I from our snowy home in Wisconsin to stay in Fort Lauderdale, Florida for two or three weeks. Tim and I enjoyed this time because we are both water people and would try to spend every hour of every day immersed in the motel pool or the ocean. But eventually evening would roll around and it would be time for dinner, so it was out of the pool and off to a boring night of hanging out with the grown-ups. After dinner my parents liked to take leisurely drives around the more affluent neighborhoods to ogle the mansions, and dream dreams. This of course was excruciating for me. I’d already had to drag my way through dinner with the adults for gosh sake, why did I have to be punished with the drive. There are pools to be swum in, Hello! I have a feeling I was somewhat vocal about all this, so here’s my theory. I have an idea that after listening to me whine, my mother snapped and told me to shut up and count santas or something. Mom doesn’t recall doing this, but neither of us sees this as far-fetched,
so we’re going with it.
So driving through town became fun. Who would spot the santas first? The adults remembered and asked after my tally all the time so I couldn’t shirk. I’d want to go for a ride so I could increase my count. Over the years I developed rules as to which decorative santas were eligible for the count. For instance, I think it’s a cheat to go into a store to count the santas they have for sale there. There is no challenge in that. However, I do count the mall santas and the santas at the Salvation Army. I don’t recount one after I’ve seen it even If I drive by it everyday.
One year a group of us were driving around to see the decorations and to increase my santa count and not one of them would stick to the rules. I told them if they wanted to be a bunch of cheaters they could count snowmen and leave Santa and me out of it. This got a big laugh and much fun was had by all. So give it try if you want. It’s good, clean family fun and a great way to store up memories to share with all you know
Happy Holidays and My Very Best to You,
Lee