After a thoughtful, almost painful pause,
Bub sighed, “I’m sorry fer old Santy Claus:—
They wuz no Santy Claus, ner couldn’t be,
When he wuz ist a little boy like me!”
I thought this poem was a rather sweet sad thought. I have never thought of Santa being a little boy. But I expect he came from a long line of Santas and what a great time he would have had growing up…all those elves for company and plenty of toys to play with not to mention rides on reindeer and learning to ski and snowboard. To find out more about James Riley 1849-1916, please go here. “When Riley died, Woodrow Wilson called him “a man who imparted joyful pleasure and a thoughtful view of many things that other men would have missed,” and some 35,000 people filed past his casket in the Indiana State Capitol.”
I wish all of you whether you celebrate Christmas or not, a time of peace with lots love and joy thrown in. I shall be enjoying family time and the emphasis will be on catching up with each other. There will be a lot of extra joy this Christmas as my grandchildren, one aged eight months, the other three years, have an infectious love of life.
If you like listening to radio you can hear my children’s story Grandma’s Kiwi Christmas read aloud on Radio NZ National Storytime on Christmas Eve 24th December between 6am and 7am. Grandmas Kiwi Christmas is the second story and you will enjoy all the others as well!
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