Well, by this time I would hope you are all done with your shopping and ready to stay home and bake cookies and pies. Those intoxicating smells and the warmth that envelopes you remind me of my childhood. I remember having to keep the Santa Claus secret from my little brother because he wasn't old enough not to believe in the jolly plump gentleman in the red and white suit. Something funny I remember...we never questioned how Santa got in the house...since we had no chimney!
For those of you that don't get our Newsletter...I thought I would publish this poem to the blog. It was written by Carol, my partner...and it is ADORABLE. Enjoy!
Twas the week before Christmas and all through my room, not a surface was visible and forget using the broom.
The gift were all there, in some way shape or form, and I'm starting to think that chaos is the norm.
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear, its Laura or Kathryn and chatters so dear.
A little craft project, they swore would be quick,some paper some glue, that should do the trick.
They called out dimensions, 1/2 by one fourth, you score it and fold it, this flap should face north.
I knew I could do it, just one more quick gift, a cute little card or a mini that's it.
The search is now on, or where could that be? The paper, the embellishments, I swear I can make three.
My fingers are covered with mist and distress, oh look what I've done they should pass the test.
They may not be perfect, and may have their flaws... but come on let's admit it, I am not Santa Clause.
A poem written by Carol Hester 12/21/2011
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL....AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT