Santa in Texas?
Growing up in central Texas in the late 40s and early 50s, I heard all and knew the words to most of the Christmas songs, but really couldn't identify with them. They were about stuff I knew little about. In my early years "one horse open sleigh", in "Jingle Bells", was one long big word to me. And when I, finally, separated the words, I didn't know what it was. We didn't have sleighs in Texas. Didn't have any use for one because we seldom had snow. Chestnuts roasting on an open fire meant nothing. I'd never seen a chestnut and had never heard of any nut that needed roasting. "White Christmas" was just a dream. An ideal Christmas. The only snow we ever got would come in January or February. All the songs were written for the people up north and I kinda felt left out. And all this led to a problem about Santa. With no snow, Santa's sleigh could go nowhere in Texas. And, another thing was that chimneys were a rarity in my part of the world. Well, then, how did Santa get around in Texas and how did he get in our house? There were two theories about how Santa got around. One theory was that when Santa got below the snow line, he stopped and put wheels on his sleigh. That would cut into his run time of getting to every house in the world in one night. But, could you imagine the screeching of the runners on the sleigh when it landed on a snowless rooftop without some kind of wheel? That'd wake everybody up. The second theory was that Santa transferred all his toys to a stagecoach and hitched the reindeer to it. People were used to hearing wagons in Texas so it would be no big deal. I, personally, believe the stagcoach theory. After all we were part of the wild west. But how did Santa get into the house. One word. Magic! All the doors to the houses would open to him by magic.. With all the ideas of how Santa got around, one thing remained true. However he got to our house, we were glad he did.
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The power of \'believing\' is the power of life. Without believing we would not get out of bed and find the day or even ourselves. I like the idea of magic sprinkled in with the beliefs of life. The \'sparkle\' of a good thought is \'magic\'. You, Mike, have that \'magic\'.
Gentle, wonderful ((hugs)) shared with you.
:-) Patricia
plus, we didn\'t lock the doors in Texas....at least not in my neck of the woods.