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