Hello! I just got done spending a million hours listing clothes for sale on poshmark! I'm kinda sad to see a lot of these items go because I didn't get to wear most of them for very long...but thank goodness for technology so I sell them! Better then hauling everything to plato's closet just so they can buy one obscure pair of uncomfortable shoes and make me haul ev-er-y-thing back out again! Anyway...I added a link to my website! Here's my poshmark closet that you can shop! I feel like I'm finally doing every little thing I've wanted to do when I finally have extra time! Now I have that time! Probably not for long so I'm enjoying it while it's here.
Today I wanted to talk about Santa Claus. I was obsessed. Growing up, and still, I had magical, wonderous Christmas' and because my Momma worked so incredibly hard to make things perfect, I have an abundant amount of mystical Christmas memories. Here are some my favorite;
Every year, starting around Thanksgiving, it was known in our household that, "the elves were watching". Between my Momma's hard work to stick to the story and follow through, and my HUGE imagination, I knew they were around. I would see things from the corner of my eye and just know that they were well meaning elves checking on me. I believed in Santa and all that comes with him until the tender age of 10. Therefore the memories I have regarding Santa are very sharp.
One year, on Christmas eve, I donned my new pajamas which were light pink and silky. Like many families, getting new pajamas on Christmas eve was a tradition. The pajamas were adorable but maybe not quite hardy enough for a Michigan winter night. I was a little chilly and didn't sleep well. I slept lightly and early in the darkness of morning, I heard what sounded distinctly, in my mind, sounded like the prancing and pawing of hooves on the roof! I was positive! Looking back, I'm sure it was our landlord or neighbor shoveling (the sound of metal scraping ice and cement) however, it was the just the sound I needed for a sleepless and wonderous Christmas Eve.
When I was in 4th grade, I had by far the best Christmas as a child ever. It was the last Christmas I believed in Santa Claus. I was extremely lucky to always get the everything I asked Santa for. This year was no different. The magic was on a whole new level that Christmas. As a child of divorced parents, I had the pleasure of celebrating 2 Christmas'. 3 actually if you count Christmas Eve dinner and giant stocking unwrapping at Nanny and Grandpa's house. This year I was asking for an American Girl doll. (side bar- holy shit- I just found this miniature Molly doll and HOW IS SHE NOT MINE?!) Not just any doll, but the Molly doll who's life and storybooks took place in the American Homefront during WW2. My Grandpa had fought in that and war and was a POW and hometown hero. I looked forward to bedtime stories with my Nanny where we read Molly's books and stories and she would tell me about her childhood in the 1940s as well. Every time we recieved a new Pleasant Company catalog, I would pour of Molly's section and imagine what it would be like to have her in arms. Each doll had it's own section of catalog and would feature their own centerfold where it showed the doll's actual size. I was so obsessed that I would prop the catalog up next to me and pretend it was the actual doll.
My Momma would have me set up all of my toys, gifts and candy in the living room on Christmas day and she would always photograph my "loot" (which I blame for my present day obsession with shopping haul videos!). That year my gifts wrapped all the way around the entire living room twice!
How long did you believe in Santa for? Do you play Santa for your children now? Please share with me all of your favorite stories and memories!
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