|Love the jolly expression|
on my Russian Santa
seen here in the foreground
I was a devout believer when I was a child. Letters, prayer intercessions, mall visits - the whole nine yards. And except for the Christmas when I asked for a "real" veterinarian's medical bag and received a plastic Disney one instead (God bless my mother for going to the trouble to find it), I was generally pleased with the answered requests.
In retrospect, rather than the gift giving aspect of St. Nick, I truly think on a subconscious level the appeal of unconditional goodness and generosity was overwhelming to me. I felt this concept of giving without receiving was so beautiful.
In later years, I've had the pleasure of playing Santa to my children and Secret Santa at our sibling gift exchanges. I love the secrecy and the anticipation; the surprise and the fanfare. But my Santa collection has got to be the single most anticipated part of the holidays for me. (I know, I know...weirdo...)
|My first few Santas|
|My first Jim Shore Santa.|
How appropriate that he's
holding a lantern, lighting
the way to the glory of Christmas
Then I received my first Jim Shore Santa from my sister, Christine. I was smitten.
|This piece is called|
"The True Meaning of Christmas"