“I needed a drink, I needed a lot of life insurance, I needed a vacation, I needed a home in the country. What I had was a coat, a hat and a gun.”
Raymond Chandler (1888-1959), U.S. author. Philip Marlowe, in Farewell, My Lovely, ch. 34 (1940).
TIME: 1:59 PM
PLACE: The attic
SUBJECT: Vintage stuffed Santa decoration
I had put away all of the Christmas decorations on Sunday, well, all except the two 4’ lighted trees that graced the front porch. The temperature shot up to 16 degrees and the sun was shining after lunch today, so I ventured out to the porch, quickly unplugged them, brought them inside and packed them in their box. I pulled down the stairs to the attic and climbed up with the trees. This sight greeted me as I entered the attic. Rest up Santa. You only have 353 days until Christmas!
3 comments:
And he looks quite content there, doesn't he?
This is sad, but true. The only good thing for Santa is that our attic feels like the North Pole and yours probably does, too.
Hello Santa!
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