I believe…

Dec 17, 2014

Orig­i­nal­ly Post­ed Decem­ber 12, 2011 and to this day it’s still one of my favorites.

Just recent­ly my 8 year old niece was ask­ing if San­ta was real. My mom asked Made­lyn what she thought to which she replied, I think he is real. Mom left it at that and Made­lyn went on her mer­ry way. I remem­ber when I found out about San­ta and for a moment I was sad but then dis­cov­ered since I had younger sib­lings I was in a spe­cial secret club… I got to be a secret elf and help with wrap­ping and shop­ping which I just loved. I found this part just as reward­ing if not more on Christ­mas morn­ing. Watch­ing my broth­er and sis­ter run down the stairs, through the hall­way and into the liv­ing room star­ing in amaze­ment at what San­ta had brought was so much fun.

Christ­mas at our house was always a won­der­ful time. First mom would take for­ev­er brush­ing her teeth and putting on her robe which drove us three kids crazy feel­ing we were going to bust in antic­i­pa­tion. The house always had the scent of warm banana nut bread, fresh cof­fee brew­ing and all the smells of baked goods mom and I had made the week pri­or. You could hear wrap­ping paper being torn and box­es being ripped open, GASPS of pure hap­pi­ness of what we received and over­all pure excite­ment.

With Made­lyn’s ques­tion­ing of San­ta it made me think of this lay­out I cre­at­ed back in 2008 when I was asked to cre­ate a lay­out for Mem­o­ry Mak­ers. To this day this lay­out is one of my all time favorite lay­outs. I decid­ed to cre­ate one about my Dad a.k.a. San­ta… I titled it “I Believe” and I still do to this day. Because as stat­ed in this let­ter San­ta is love and mag­ic and hope and hap­pi­ness and this is just what my dad por­trays all year long.

If you ask his grand­kids (they will tell you he is Paw Paw at home but at the mall in his chair it’s seri­ous and he is San­ta) or his great nephews… they will tell you he is… Uncle San­ta. Or the kids eat­ing break­fast, lunch or din­ner in restau­rants that smile and wave and receive a pep­per­mint or small coin stat­ing, “You’ve been caught being good.”  and told, “San­ta goes on vaca­tion too.” Or as we dri­ve to West Vir­ginia see the kids who wave and point with eyes as big as half dol­lars as San­ta dri­ves by… it is the most fun ever to expe­ri­ence all these cute moments.

I Believe

The Jour­nal­ing Reads…

Yes, my dar­lings I believe in San­ta. He exists, as I know this for a fact.

For you see, I have lived with him all my life. I knew him before his beard was white.

I knew him before his bel­ly was not so much like that bowl full of jel­ly. Those were the days

when he read me “Green Eggs and Ham” and tucked me into bed at night.

Those were the days I called him “Dad­dy”.

Yes, I knew and loved him then and today know and love him even more.

San­ta lives and con­tin­ues to bring won­der­ment and joy to all that believe.

I will always believe.

This has always been one of my favorite pho­tos. It’s me with mom and dad cel­e­brat­ing my first Christ­mas in 1965. I still have that rock­ing chair too. It was a gift from my grand­par­ents and had a lit­tle music box that would play when you rocked back and forth. Although, from what I have heard the music box nev­er did work just right and irri­tat­ed my grand­moth­er some­thing fierce. Obvi­ous­ly I was not too scarred from it as all I have are fond mem­o­ries of rock­ing in the chair.  Mom packed and hauled this rock­er dur­ing each move from Maine to Texas, to Louisiana and back to Texas. I’m so glad she did too because I love it. It sits high on top of our enter­tain­ment cen­ter and I enjoy see­ing it every day.

Hol­i­day Hugs!


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