I have looked in my purses to see if its tucked away in one of the pockets. I am sure it is. Really sure. In fact I should look again. There are 2 keys on it. One to the front door and one to the mailbox and a charm that says "ooh la la". How can that go missing? Kind of like these. Anybody seen them?
So, while I have been leaving that issue in the back of my mind - I've noticed it's Christmas.
I feel like wearing this around the house. Kind of a secret Christmas in my spirt. It just wants to leap out - but I won't let it.
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| (Carla Coulson Photo. Love her so much) |
I took some pictures on my iphone because I didn't have my camera with me while I was wandering around the market. It's good in a pinch but I should know better than to leave it at home.
I had to buy raisons to make butter tarts for one of those cookie exchange things. Which is what I am suppose to be doing now. (Pastry is done so I figure its gonna be quick. But really its not. I play these games).
In the parking lot at the little mall is Santas visiting house. He's not there yet because I looked in the window. But look what I saw. It's so magical for kids.
I never told you about the little man I met at the dog park. Well - he's been the Santa in this little house for 30 years. It was the day before remembrance Day and he arrived with his very very old blind golden lab. She was so lovey. "Santa" being the charmer he was - says to his dog.... come here girl and say hi to the pretty lady. Doesn't charm always win a girl over? Anyways - he told me he usually starts growing his beard in July of every year to be ready for Christmas. Totally real. He had the Santa tummy and a warm smile. You could tell he loved to chat. I asked him if he had any good stories from the experiences with the kids and he chuckled like Santa would and said - "oh yes, but my memory is not so good about these things anymore". He did remember a specific little boy who showed up for 3 years in a row in a santa suit. Just stood at the door. But this Santa said - he always went out to talk to the kids who wouldn't come in - just to give them that lucky Santa Candy Cane. So this is the first year he is not doing it. He is going in for heart surgery. He says he's not worried at all. In his 80"s. Go figure. What a lovely man. So here's the look in his window. His chair is there. I can just imagine all the photo albums that have this view in it. Santa in his chair and crying babies reaching for thier mom's.
I love the lights at nite especially. It's like the whole city is wrapped up like presents.
Inside the store I found this Grinchy little tree. It made me smile. I get the Grinch. Totally. He has been disgruntled by life but in the end love prevails. Thank God for soft hearts and love.
Isn't it funny.
Cute napkins... Wanted: Mistletoe Volunteer...... I guess it depends who's standing in line for a free kiss when you be a volunteer. Some people don't brush twice a day. Just saying. I wonder if that's why you don't see as much mistletoe hanging around. We need more kissing I think.
I bought a snow shovel. Just in case I need it. My neighbor lent me one last year which I thought was very kind of him. See - people still help people. It's nice. This year I am ready. I'll lend mine out.
And if I feel like it I will dig a big heart in the middle of the road to stop people in thier tracks.
I haven't done anything but let ideas roll around in my head. I know the mail needs to go and I have to get it together. What is the matter with me these days? I have no power to stop the clock.
And clearly ignoring the situation has not made it go away.
But this has helped me to see things as they are. Still no key - but I know when that Letter to Juliet shows up - so will the key.
Adieu.
