Okay, for those of you interested in such things…few though you may be…here’s another peek at what a 50-year collection of Santas looks like. Because I didn’t get everything put out this year, thanks to an unrelenting editing deadline, these pictures were taken 3 Christmases (and a dozen or so Santas) ago. Things are pretty much the same, except for a bit less this year, because…as I mentioned…deadline! Hope this puts you in the holiday spirit…or makes you want to avert your eyes. Whichever makes you happier.
A full-length photo of my six-foot tall Santa, with no lights out on the tree this time.
My library tree, with St. Nicholas on top.
Close up of ornaments on library tree, many of which were hand-painted my me.
The Pass through from the library to the kitchen and the Holly Jolly Santa shelf.
On the kitchen side, my collection of miniature Santas, one of which is over 70 years old.
Even the library shelves have a few Santas here and there, including Bob the Skull (from the Dresden Files,
who has a permanent place on his shelf, and often celebrates the holidays with us.
Wall to wall family room shelves are loaded with Santas, too, every size and style.
Entryway wreath and forest Santas, with friends.
Even my little village, christened Tiny Town by Tabitha when she was just learning to write, has a Santa with kids lined up to talk to him.
The living and dining rooms are done in blue, white and silver. Tabitha, showing off the blue tree.
One of three white Santas in the living room.
Ornaments on the blue tree.
And last, a blurry overview of the family room. If you prefer warm, traditional, and cozy, this is the spot. (Over 50 Santas on that mantel, btw.) If you like frosty snowmen and icicles, the living room’s where you’d want to hang out. Me, I love both, and have room for both now, so, what the heck. I’m not a less is more kinda person. In fact, I’m pretty sure more is more, especially at Christmas! And speaking of Christmas, my sincere and happiest wishes to all of you. May you have the best one, EVER!