"Why, it is the real Father Christmas," I declared on greeting my old friend the man in red at the Great Dickens Christmas Fair in San Francisco this late December. "Why," he replied, "It is the real British woman!"
Sitting at my kitchen table this Christmas Eve morning, I'm reflecting on the year that was, one that none of us are likely to forget. Taking in the natural beauty outside of my window this December day, peaceful skies promise a calm and quiet Christmas here in Sonoma County. Let us take pause and make a collective mental note to Father Christmas/Santa, whatever you might call him in your house to deliver us a new and improved 2018 across the land, around the world.
Wishing you and yours a Happy Christmas. Thank you for following my posts here at Southern Sonoma Country Life this year. Keep an eye out for the sound of sleigh bells over our rooftops tonight, dear friends . . .
“Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies!” — Frances Pharcellus Church
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“Of course there is a Santa Claus. It’s just that no single somebody could do all he has to do. So the Lord has spread the task among us all. That’s why everybody is Santa Claus. I am. You are.” — Truman Capote
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“Ma!" she cried. "There is a Santa Claus, isn't there?"
"Of course there's a Santa Claus," said Ma.
"The older you are, the more you know about Santa Claus," she said. "You are so big now, you know he can't be just one man, don't you? You know he is everywhere on Christmas Eve. He is in the Big Woods, and in Indian Territory, and far away in York State, and here. He comes down all the chimneys at the same time. You know that, don't you?"
"Yes, Ma," said Mary and Laura.
"Well," said Ma. "Then you see--"
"I guess he is like angels," Mary said, slowly. And Laura could see that, just as well as Mary could.
Then Ma told them something else about Santa Claus. He was everywhere, and besides that, he was all the time.
Whenever anyone was unselfish, that was Santa Claus.
Christmas Eve was the time when everybody was unselfish. On that one night, Santa Claus was everywhere, because everybody, all together, stopped being selfish and wanted other people to be happy. And in the morning you saw what that had done.
"If everybody wanted everybody else to be happy all the time, then would it be Christmas all the time?" Laura asked, and Ma said, "Yes, Laura.” _ Laura Ingalls Wilder
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“Believe in love. Believe in magic. Hell, believe in Santa Claus. Believe in others. Believe in yourself. Believe in your dreams. If you don’t, who will?” — John Bon Jovi
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