My mother loves to tell the story about the day I was born. I made her cry because I ruined her Christmas that year. First of all, I was late. Come to think of it, I'm always late. That's why I set all my clocks ahead random amounts so I'm never really sure what time it is. But I digress. My parents already had a cute little eighteen month old boy who they wanted to spend Christmas with......they didn't even know me. So I showed up on December 20th...late...and Mom's doctor told her she might go home the 24th. She cried. The good news is she made it home in time and my Dad bought me a Coca Cola Santa that Rich's was selling that year. We have an old black and white photo taken with a Brownie camera of that Santa on the sofa next to a big blob of blankets. I was somewhere in the big blob. That ol' Santa saw many Christmas days with us, but he finally disintegrated.
Not long ago, Coke started selling the Santas again. My dad got me a new one for my birthday and the new guy spends every Christmas on the sofa......just like his predecessor. It just wouldn't be Christmas without him
3 comments:
I found your blog through Tracey's state of mind... All of your christmas decorations are beautiful, a bit of this and a bit of that.
I'd say I remember santa with the coke~ but I'm afraid that would show my age.=D
I'll be back for more fun!
Sandi
Very pretty decorating! I love your Coca-Cola Santa story...my children are jigsaw puzzle fans and have a couple with the Coca-Cola Santa. He's fun!
Also enjoyed your Sonific harp music (MERRY & BRIGHT). I added it to my Amazon shopping cart!
Best wishes,
Laura
What a neat birthday story! Glad your mom made it home in time for your brother's first real Christmas to remember!
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