When I was a little girl living in the wildlands of Idaho, my sisters and I visited the same santa every year. He got older and older and his knees were a little boney to sit on, but he made up for it with his powdery white real beard and his genuine smile.
In 1989 he wrote a book about being a Santa for so many years http://www.biblio.com/books/53729556.html
why are thos so frightening...
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a little girl living in the wildlands of Idaho, my sisters and I visited the same santa every year. He got older and older and his knees were a little boney to sit on, but he made up for it with his powdery white real beard and his genuine smile.
ReplyDeleteIn 1989 he wrote a book about being a Santa for so many years http://www.biblio.com/books/53729556.html
factually,
facty
By golly the kid at the top looks just like me! A few years back.
ReplyDeleteThat's funny because I just posted recently about one of my childhood experiences with Santa. It was an interesting day with ole Saint Nicky...
ReplyDeleteCheck it out here...