What would Christmas be without friends? Old friends dropping in, new friends recently made, memories of friends gone by. Some of my oldest friends stay hidden deep within the recesses of boxes all year but come out once again, every Christmas. Amazingly, they didn’t always look as they do now. But, we all change with the years, don’t we?
First, is Father Christmas. I don’t think of him as Santa Claus because of the rope belt around his waist with a sprig of greenery in it. Now, maybe that’s not reason enough to be Father Christmas, but considering that he was once only a lowly egg, I think he’s come far. How he has remained intact and unbroken for lo! these many years, I do not know. In calculating his age, I’d say he’s more than thirty years.
And then, there’s another Santa, only his face and beard, but he looks so happy, who cares? He too wasn’t always Santa, but began life as an ordinary-looking seed. When planted in the ground, a gourd vine grew, and he was one of those little green fellows hanging onto it for dear life. He had to sit in the field for almost a year, then picked and let lie for another few months, scrubbed of all the dirt and dross, and submit to acrylic paint. It was a long process, but doesn’t he look dandy?
I know that you have favorite ornaments you bring out every year too. It’s nice to have these old friends, hang them on the tree, and remember other Christmases, other friends, other people whom I have loved through many seasons and shall continue to love, for many seasons yet to come.
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