So, I pointed out last week that I'm not Santa's number one fan. I'm pretty sure I got my attitude from my mom. She grew up in a small town where everyone ran around on Christmas afternoon checking out each other's presents. This comparison was tough for poor kids who got less. When you are poor, you understand that your parents earn less money, but it has to be hard to figure out why Santa Claus brings more presents to the rich kids.
|Deer prints on our lawn are actually quite common.|
Even though I was lucky enough to raise kids in a house with a chimney I was intentionally unconvincing. Santa and I used the same wrapping paper and had the same handwriting. By early elementary school, most kids stop believing anyway.
|A very sweet donkey and nice blue coat.|
|What treat do you leave for a kangaroo?|
But no one objects to an early infusion of Christmas candy. Putting carrots into our shoes for the donkey only happened a few times, but I still give everyone a treat for Saint Nicholas Day.
|Some traditions shouldn't continue.|
But good old American Santa's naughty and nice lists aren't great either. I'm sure every kid knows really bad kids who get everything they want. Besides, what kind of parent is going to fulfill the threat of no Christmas?
My kids were just old enough to miss all the Elf on the Shelf madness. I knew about kids finding him in a new place every day. I was glad not to have to figure that out while working full time.
I do appreciate the gift-giving aspect of Santa Claus, which brings us to
I am officially done with my Christmas knitting. But I have taken on a commission through my Etsy Shop to make a hat in time for Christmas.
I'm also actively working on charity knitting. I'll turn in three hats and a baby blanket tomorrow. I also have yarn for projects for my mother and my son, so there is plenty to do.
The sun shone for a few minutes this afternoon so I went outside with my dog, my camera, and three hats that needed photographing. All of them will be in my shop shortly.
|Inspired by a petroglyph of a deer.|
|Inspired by people petroglyphs in Canyonlands National Park|
|Inspired by too much Atari time as a kid|
HOW I AM DOING
|I'm still pulling as hard as I can.|
I still feel like there are things that I need to do right away, but have no idea what those things are. Learning to live slowly is taking time.
|Peace be unto you|
|Peace out, Dudes!|