The Season has begun . . .
A few years ago, my Husby, a slightly Santa-esque man, was asked to play Santa Claus at a local party.
He discovered that he loved it.
The rest of us discovered that he was very good at it.
A new career was born.
He offered to pay for the materials for a, to put it into his words, nice suit.
I complied.
The next Christmas, he asked if I would be willing to make myself a matching 'Mrs. Santa' outfit.
After a bit of head-scratching and a trip to the fabric store, I again did as he requested.
Mrs. Santa appeared.
And the two of us have had fun with it ever since.
Each year, our portrayal of the famous couple gets a little more . . . detailed.
Three years ago, he began to grow out his hair.
In August. (Now he sports his 'Santa' beard year round!)
Then we made a trip to the hairdresser to get him, and myself, dyed white.
Oh, the sacrifices he makes!
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| The breathing apparatus and nose plugs were his idea! |
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| Definitely lighter . . . |
But the rewards are incalculable.
Wish you were here!
