Starting It Right

The Season has begun . . .A few years ago, my Husby, a slightly Santa-esque man, was asked to play Santa Claus at a local party.He discovered that he loved it.The rest of us discovered that he was very good at it.A new career was born.He offered to pay for the materials for a, to put it into his words, nice suit.I complied.The next Christmas, he asked if I would be willing to make myself a matching 'Mrs. Santa' outfit.After a bit of head-scratching and a trip to the fabric store, I again did as he requested.Mrs. Santa appeared.And the two of us have had fun with it ever since.Each year, our portrayal of the famous couple gets a little more . . . detailed.Three years ago, he began to grow out his hair. In August. (Now he sports his 'Santa' beard year round!)Then we made a trip to the hairdresser to get him, and myself, dyed white.Oh, the sacrifices he makes! The breathing apparatus and nose plugs were his idea! Definitely lighter . . .


But the rewards are incalculable.









Wish you were here!