Yes, I’m crazy about Santa. Or… I have a lot of Santas, and therefore, I’m crazy! This is not ALL my fault. You know how it is. When you have a little collection of something, everybody thinks they know exactly what to give you for birthdays and Christmas? That’s what happened to me – that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. If you’re a new Christmastime visitor to my blog, you may think this is a LOT of Santas. (There are more Santas at my house!) I’m whispering now and hanging my head in shame. I’ll be sharing others in future posts. I’ve tried to downsize my collection, but I hate to part with any of them. I’ve been collecting them for over 40 years, so they have become my Christmastime friends. Besides, would Santa bring me anything if I started getting rid of him? I stuck a little candlestick lamp in this Fitz and Floyd pitcher. When you’ve got this many, at least one of them has to become useful.
This little lamp normally holds prisms, but I’m now using it to display some Santas.
I can just hear women all over Blogville, calling their husbands to come see this – “You think I’ve got a lot of Christmas décor; just look at what this crazy person’s husband puts up with!”
Some of them are even on the wall behind the opened hutch doors!
So…when your mother told you that Santa is everywhere, I have the proof that she was being truthful!
He’s watching, and watching, and watching and…. (I can’t get away with anything.)
I’m linking this post to Table Top Tuesday at A Stroll Thru Life. If you can stand it, come back soon to see more Santas! Ho! Ho! Ho! laurie
They haven’t contacted me to use my home for the next Griswold’s Christmas movie, but I do think it would provide the perfect excessive and tacky Christmas décor. Some blog visitors have asked that I show close ups of my Santa collection. You had no idea what you were asking! Warning! There are a lot of pictures in this post! There is no escaping Santa’s watchful eye at my house. He greets you at my back door, along with Elsie, who is a little timid about that singing, dancing Santa.He watches me cook (and even worse, eat) in my kitchen. (I just wish he’d pitch in and help now and then-with the cooking, not the eating. I don’t need any help with that.)
And he’s all over the family room! (No, this is not a Christmas store, and it’s not the Griswold’s home. It’s my home. Yikes! Kind of scary, huh?)
No, you are not seeing repeats of the same pictures. There really is this much Santa junk in my house! It’s Santa overload. Suddenly, everything has begun to look like Santa!
And now, even his elves have started moving in!
Don’t ever tell friends and family members that you are collecting something unless you want to get a LOT of that something. You could become a hoarder like me. When someone has to shop for a gift for me, they usually think they should get another Santa for my collection. For the record, I have been collecting Santa figures for 42 years. I’m out of space for displaying them, and I’m not adding on a Santa room (although it would be nice – I could just lock the door to the Santa room until Christmas, and I wouldn’t have to search for places to put them each year. Hmmm, maybe that’s what I should do with that room we call an exercise room, ‘cause I sure don’t use it for exercising!)
Can you guess who I’ve been entertaining?
Yes, it’s the big man himself! (I’m still having fun putting Santa into my pictures at Capture the Magic.) I know, you can’t believe what you just saw. I can’t believe it either, and I put every one of those Santas in all of those shelves. Please wait until the new year to take me to the loony bin. After all, I have to get all of these Santas put away! Thanks for coming to visit me. Laurie