when i was very young , under 6 maybe, my parents told all 4 of us, santa only had so much room in the sleigh, we would get one big present ( and the rest would come from mom and dad,) so there would be room in the sleigh for all the other kids. the santas we saw at j.l. hudsons' department store in downtown detroit (malls weren't common then) and on the street corner ringing bells for the salvation army were helper santas, cause the real one was busy getting the packing organized for the big trip. i remember one early christmas morning being the first one up, going to my "side" of the tree and standing on the cold floor, barefoot, looking at a glass ornament. the sun found a chink in the drapes, and made the golden glass santa shine. i cannot remember what i got that year for sure (a barbie house?) but i remember the santa ornament glowing just for my eyes.
i'd like a glass of champaign please.
joyce who has princess peanut, spokesdog for the catpack, mojo, magic, kira and squirty, members of the catpack, angel duke, a good dog who is missed and angel alex the wonder dog, handsome prince.
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