Waiting For Santa

In a way, by writing this post, I feel I’ve come full circle.  Last year when BCDC was only 5 days old, I wrote a post regarding this same subject.  In re-reading that post, seems like I was in a similar funk regarding getting ready for Christmas.  Hmmm…I’ve got to work on that!

However, there’s one thing that’s sure to get us out of a funk.  Waiting For Santa.  I don’t remember how many years ago it was that our little town started this tradition.  It is usually the weekend before Christmas and the town fire department escorts Santa all over town.  His “elves” in their big fireman coats give out candy canes.  You can hear the sirens and the music from Santa’s sleigh all over town as they make their progress.

I was feeling a little more festive, I made us both a cup of tea as Ralph was hard at work on art projects for Christmas gifts, I was hard at work finishing up the Christmas cards to get them out while watching Saturday PBS cooking shows. I came out of the bedroom and decided it was time to turn on the lights on the tree.  They wouldn’t turn on.  😦  I unplugged and re-plugged.  Nothing…I was sad.  Ralph said he would check the bulbs when he had a chance but he had to keep working on his projects.

I went glumly back to my project, but we could hear the sirens in the distance.  We knew what was in store for us.  Not long after this Ralph called to me from the other room saying Santa was on his way.   We bundled up and went outside and waited…No Santa, no sirens, no music.  They must have turned in another direction.

This happened at least 3 times, bundling, running out, disappointment.  Finally, we went out…trucks, lights, sirens, music, we could see them from the back yard, on the next street…

He was so close…THEY TURNED THE OTHER DIRECTION!! I was going crazy! Back inside, I KNEW they had to come down our street when they came back down the main street again. 

Now I don’t know when he did it, but Ralph decided he needed to commemorate the occasion.  During one of trips back inside, he gave me this…

The caption says “Some kids still wait for Santa!!”  I Love it!

Finally, Finally, FINALLY! Santa decided to turn down our street.

Almost Here!!

HE’S HERE!!  With the sirens wailing and the music playing, Santa visited us and with him he brought the Christmas spirit to both of us.

Cold but Happy!  That’s Us!

And the really good news this morning is…I thought I’d just give the Christmas tree a try…The Lights Came On!  Not sure what the issue was.  I may not turn them off, just so that doesn’t happen again!!   

Happy Sunday!!! 🙂


16 responses to “Waiting For Santa

  1. And a Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night! 🙂

  2. This story really warmed my heart. And it’s a great essay as well. If the Inquirer still runs Christmas essays you should submit this one.

  3. I love the sketch. Santa came through here, with sirens, a few weeks ago. Our santa actually rides on a fire truck. It took me about 20 minutes to realize what was going on (hey wait, is that still the same siren, oh!). Ours also came around during the day. It’s definitely a fun tradition.

  4. You got a visit to Santa AND your lights turned on…I’d call that a very successful day. 🙂

    Enjoy the rest of your Sunday Fran and happy 1 year anniversary on the blog!

  5. I’m glad Santa finally came, it must have drove you crazy waiting like that. Love Ralphs sketch!

  6. I love that your broken lights mended themselves – Father Christmas must have done it as he came past 😉
    Lovely picture of the two of you too!

  7. Aww what a lovely picture of the two of you! Great post Fran 🙂

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