#MerryChristmas from The House of 1,000 Santas!

(One of My Own Handpainted Santas from 1995)

I promised you guys a longer post to share some pictures of my somewhat vast Santa collection. Do keep in mind that I’ve been collecting them for over 60 years, hence the wide variety of styles and ages. Hope you’ll enjoy seeing some of these. (I sure enjoy seeing them when I bring them down from the attic every year.) Here goes!


I mentioned recently that I have Santas ranging in height from less than 1 inch to 6 feet. We’ll start with the little guys.

This is the bottom tier of a wooden table top tree I use to display some of my smallest Santas. Note the three little Santas, bottom shelf, center. The one on the left by the green hut is just 1/2″ tall, and is my smallest one. The one on the right is a Coca-Cola Santa with a TINY bottle of Coke in his hand. He’s a 1″ tall charm. And the slightly larger one in the middle, is my oldest Santa at very close to 100 years old. The two Santa faces on each side of the picture are vintage salt & pepper shakers from the 50s.

This is the other side of the wooden tree, looking back through the passthrough window. The bookshelf beneath it is where I display what I call my Holly Jolly Santas, or those with a modern look to them. This is an older picture, but this year’s display has 37 Santas, including some really neat ones from the 50s.

One of the items on the shelf is this little Santa dish, which was my grandmother’s & dates from about 1952, so roughly 70 years old.

I display most of my Old World Santa collection on the mantle, and it has 42 Santas on it this year, down from an all-time high of 50. (I’ve started letting the grandkids pick one to take home with them each year, so a few have gone to their houses now.)

Here’s a closeup of one of my faves from the mantel collection,
a hand-carved and painted cypress knee made by a fellow crafter.
The two blue “pencil” Santas on the right are ones I painted long ago.

Here’s one I painted years ago, with a bit
of a pun for a message.

And here’s another unique Santa I really enjoy. Found him at a craft show years ago. He’s hand carved with movable arms and legs, and his beard  & hair is made of natural Spanish moss, which I thought would all crumble away over time,
but I’ve had him for at least 15 years, and it’s still looking good.
(Maybe because I don’t put him in the hot attic
with most of the other decorations.)

I painted this plaque back in the 80s,  when I did arts & crafts for a living.
I decided I didn’t want to sell him, though, so these days
he hangs in our entryway to greet visitors.

And speaking of our entryway, it always gets a mixture of Santas, including some advertising posters I’ve had for 50+ years. (Since my son was a baby.)

One more from the entryway. This poster has gone on the inside of our
front door since my son was a baby, too. It’s been taped back together
more times than I can count, but I refuse to get rid of it!

Every room has at least a few Santas, even the kitchen.

I’ll even paint empty jars and put them to use
in the kitchen, too!


And here’s  a close up of our library tree. There are somewhere between
85 and 100 Santas on this one, along with lots of other ornaments, including some more I painted, and quite a few  very old vintage ones.

Even my computer desk has some Santas to
keep me company while I work.

Bob the Skull from the Dresden Files resides in my library
all year long, and snarky or not, he demands to get in
on the action at Christmas, too!


The living room is a whole ‘nuther world, though, all done in blue, white,
and silver. I like it to look very frosty and wintry in there, just to
remind me of what Christmas is like in much of the country.

Here’s a close up of some of the ornaments.

The living room tabletop Santa is all in white & blue, too.
While there are no Santas in the dining room, I still stick
to the blue & silver color scheme, just because I like it so much,
and happily, our china matches it!


Since I started this long post off with my smallest Santas, I’m going to
end it with a picture of my tallest one. This was a display at our
local Publix store about 20 years ago, and  I told my daughter how much
I loved it. Unbeknownst to me, she went back to the store and
sweet-talked the manager into giving it to her as a gift for
her mom.  He’s been part of our Christmas ever since.
(The Santa. Not the manager! 😁)


And there you have a glimpse of some of the Santas and other things I put up every year to make Christmas as festive at our house as I possibly can. I hope you’ve enjoyed taking a peek and are now definitely
in the mood for Christmas fun!


Blessings to each of you for the Merriest Christmas possible,
and the Happiest New Year ever!

#BooksForChristmas – #Bold&BlatantSelfPromo – #TheEmissary – #Review

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The archangel Azrael has had enough. He believes he’s found a way to ease their burden while saving jeopardized humans, too—hired help.

When Jake Daughtry lost his life rescuing a total stranger from certain death, he was on the fast track to Heaven. But that was before Azrael pulled him right out of line at the Pearly Gates. Now, as an Emissary to the Angels, Jake is taking to the highway in a quest to help souls in trouble. But the innate stubbornness of human beings bent on self-destruction is a challenge unlike any he’s ever faced.

It’s up to Jake and Azrael to bridge the gap between humans and angels. Will they ever convince the Council of Angels this endeavor is worthwhile? Can Jake figure out how to play by Azrael’s complicated rules? Will Azrael ever master the use of contractions in general conversation?

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5.0 out of 5 stars Humorous, but Gritty, Too
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The archangel Azrael has a plan: create a task force of humans to help the angels turn wayward souls in the right direction. Jake is Azrael’s first emissary-in-training.

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Jake is easy to like. He tries hard to save a teen girl from prostitution. He reaches out to a serial killer. He befriends a lost drug addict. He suffers with his own grief from the death of a loved one. And he’s funny. I was cheering him on the whole way.

Meara raises some interesting theological questions. How much of a role do we play in other’s suffering and redemption? How much responsibility do we bear regarding our own suffering? The story isn’t meant to be a religious credo, and Meara says as much in her author’s notes, but the plot and characters examine these issues.

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AND THAT’S MY BOLD & BLATANT PROMO OF THE WEEK!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!

#ThankYou!

Just wanted to tell you all how much I appreciated your kind responses to my update post from Sunday. I started trying to respond to everyone, but  realized I’m running way behind, so I hope you’ll understand my decision to thank you all at once.

I’m officially on my semi-blog break now, and am trying to get as much “down time” as I can, at least through the end of the year. This is tricky for me, being utterly addicted to keeping up with my blog friends every day, all day long. But I’m being extra careful not to overdo right now, as per my doctor’s instructions, hence the blanket thank you. 

Believe me, your kind words and support mean the world to me, and I am wishing you ALL the best holiday season, EVER!


Merry Christmas from 104 of My Santas!

#SundayUpdate – #ImprovingHealth – #HereComesChristmas!

The holidays are upon us, and I hope you are looking forward to them as much as I am. And I’m doing better every day, so I am definitely feeling the Spirit of Christmas!

Yep, I’m still improving, health-wise, though my second visit with my new cardiologist was an interesting one, to say the least. On the plus side, the Beta Blocker he put me on is working beautifully, so far. We’ll be monitoring that going forward.

On the questionable side, apparently, there was imaging done of my heart four years ago that showed this damage beginning to develop, and I was never told! I’m guessing my doctor at the time decided it was minor enough that he’d just keep an eye on it, but I sure wish he’d let me know about it.

What this means: the damage noted in 2018, untreated, could have continued worsening all on its own. Or, if I did have Long Covid for six months, that could have sped up the process drastically. Since there’s no way to diagnose LC, there’s just no way to prove what actually happened to bring me to this point. However, I can’t help but wonder if we might have been able to slow things down a bit, had we taken action four years earlier.

But … spilt milk, and all that! There’s no use what-iffing, since the damage is now done, whether Long Covid played a role, or not. Happily, the medication I’m taking has made an enormous difference! The dizzy spells, numbness in my right leg, and extreme fatigue have all disappeared.  I haven’t even had to use my cane in two months!


My energy level is still pretty low, so I am planning to take it pretty easy for the month of December, and you’ll likely see less of me. I do have some posts scheduled in advance, just to keep the blog active and give you guys a few smiles, but I won’t be resuming all of my normal features until next year, when I’ll reassess. Hopefully, I’ll be able to get back to things as usual pretty quickly by then. If so, I’ll be putting out a reminder for guest posts again, and hope to hear from many of you so we can get the new year off to a great start on TWS.


And on a cheerier note, for those who may not know, I’m totally OCD about Christmas and, even though I’m moving slower than usual these days, I still got enough decorations up to make me smile all month. I did have to draw a line before I’d emptied every box from the attic, but that’s okay this time. So what if the House of 1,000 Santas only has 600 or 700 hundred on display this year? Who’s counting, right? (Besides me?) I did what I could without pushing myself too hard, and it definitely feels like Christmas in here! With that thought in mind, I’m going to go relax in the Comfy Chair with my cuppa Earl Grey, and enjoy the fruits of my labor!

HERE’S TO A HAPPY WEEK AHEAD!

#ThorsDaySmile – #WinterWonderland

Thor really enjoys colder weather … it’s warm wearing all that heavy armor while covered in a humongous wool cape, you know. Since it’s the first day of December, he asked me to find some wintery memes. I took pity on him and did. Enjoy!


And one more, just to be sure you get my drift. (Get it? My DRIFT???? Oh, Lordy! Sometimes I even embarrass myself!


And there you have today’s offering.
If it was a bit too cold for you, don’t blame me.

It was all THOR’S idea!!

#ClassicPoetry – #T.S.Eliot – #TheNamingOfCats

Time for another “classic” poem, though this one was written much more recently than some I’ve shared. Still, it has a certain sound and rhythm to it that I think harkens back to another era and makes it worth sharing. Besides, I suspect that anyone who’s a cat lover will enjoy it as much as I do!


The Naming of Cats

by T. S. Eliot

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
     It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.

First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily,
     Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo, or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey—
     All of them sensible everyday names.

There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
     Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter—
     But all of them sensible everyday names,

But I tell you, a cat needs a name that’s particular,
     A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
     Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?

Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
     Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum—
     Names that never belong to more than one cat.

But above and beyond there’s still one name left over,
     And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover—
     But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.

When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
     The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
     Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
          His ineffable effable
Effanineffable

Deep and inscrutable singular name.


T. S. Eliot
1888–1965

Thomas Stearns Eliot was born in St. Louis on September 26, 1888, and lived there during the first eighteen years of his life. He attended Harvard University, where he earned a bachelor’s degree in three years and contributed several poems to the Harvard Advocate. From 1910–11, he studied at the Sorbonne, then returned to Harvard to pursue a doctorate in philosophy. After graduating, he moved back to Europe and settled in England in 1914. The following year, he married Vivienne Haigh-Wood and began working in London, first as a teacher, and later for Lloyd’s Bank.

It was in London that Eliot came under the influence of his contemporary Ezra Pound, who recognized his poetic genius at once, and assisted in the publication of his work in a number of magazines, most notably “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” which appeared in Poetry magazine in 1915. Eliot’s first book of poems, Prufrock and Other Observations, was published in London in 1917 by The Egoist, and immediately established him as a leading poet of the avant-garde. With the publication of The Waste Land (Boni & Liveright) in 1922, now considered by many to be the single most influential poetic work of the twentieth century, Eliot’s reputation began to grow to nearly mythic proportions. By 1930, and for the next thirty years, he was the most dominant figure in poetry and literary criticism in the English-speaking world.

As a poet, Eliot transmuted his affinity for the English metaphysical poets of the seventeenth century (notably, John Donne) and the nineteenth-century French Symbolist poets (including Charles Baudelaire and Jules Laforgue) into radical innovations in poetic technique and subject matter. His poems, in many respects, articulated the disillusionment of a younger post-World War I generation with the values and conventions—both literary and social—of the Victorian era. As a critic, he had an enormous impact on contemporary literary taste, propounding views that, after his conversion to orthodox Christianity in the late 1930s, were increasingly based in social and religious conservatism. His major later poetry publications include Four Quartets (Harcourt, Brace and Company, 1943) and Ash Wednesday (Faber & Faber, 1930). His books of literary and social criticism include Notes Towards the Definition of Culture (Harcourt, Brace and Company, 1949); After Strange Gods (Harcourt, Brace and Company, 1934); The Use of Poetry and the Use of Criticism (President and Fellows of Harvard College, 1933); and The Sacred Wood (Methuen & Co., Ltd., 1920). Eliot was also an important playwright, whose verse dramas include the comedy The Cocktail Party (Faber & Faber, 1950); The Family Reunion (Faber & Faber, 1939), a drama written partly in blank verse and influenced by Greek tragedy; and Murder in the Cathedral (Harcourt, Brace & Company, 1935).

Eliot became a British citizen in 1927. In 1948, he received the Nobel Prize for Literature. Long associated with the publishing house of Faber & Faber, he published many younger poets, and eventually became director of the firm. After a notoriously unhappy first marriage, Eliot separated from his first wife in 1933 and married Valerie Fletcher in 1956.

T. S. Eliot died in London on January 4, 1965.


And there you have today’s offering.
Hope you enjoyed it!