Our stuffed Santa figure sitting in the wicker chair
is back home again.
Santa sat on my living room floor every Holiday Season
of the last twenty or so. One year, Denver,
my sulkiest cat to date, decided that Santa had in some manner insulted
him. The cat pounced on Santa, dragged
him out onto the living room floor, and kicked his ass. My wife, Uyen, saved Santa and wired him to
the wicker chair after that.
Over the weekend, I participated in a family garage sale
in Helena. I sold off all the usual
suspects: glassware, collectibles, extra tools, and so on. Some items were difficult to part with on
emotional levels. I sold, as example, a
couple wall-hangings crafted by Uyen and some china that belonged to my
grandmother. Those items were a little
difficult to watch go, but after I spoke with each of the women who purchased
them, I felt better.
On to new, happy homes!
Throughout all of Saturday and most of Sunday, each
time I spotted Santa sitting there alongside the other Christmas decorations, I
felt a little guilty. If not guilty…sad. I recalled all the snowy mornings, the Christmas
and New-Year dinners, all those years with the stuffed Santa sitting there in
the living room with us…
“I may need to take Santa home again,” I suggested to
one of my friends as the sale drew close to the end. About ten minutes later, I scooped Santa into
my arms and took him out to my truck. He
needed to go back home with me. Everything
else would go to charity following the sale.
Not Santa!
Posted is a photo of Santa sitting on the back deck.
--Mitchell
Hegman
There are things that are just hard to part with for sentimental reasons.
ReplyDeleteSo true. I have been trying to clear my life of too many "things" and general clutter. Stuffed Santa is a bit more than that, I guess.
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