Blast from the Past: SEEING SANTA by Robin Weaver

 Seeing Santa

By Robin Weaver

Hi Everyone,
I wanted to re-post one of my favorite--and earliest--holiday memories. Hope you enjoy the read.
Happy Holidays to All!


I hadn’t seen him in almost forty years but there he was, waving at me from the cover of a greeting card. One eye twinkled, while the other closed in a saucy wink. Just the way I remembered him.

My parents separated the year I turned five so Mom and I moved in with my grandfather and my teenage aunts. Three women meant three bosses, so I did the only thing possible, I hid. Even with my stealth, I couldn’t escape the daily reminder: Santa will bring you a sack full of switches if you don’t shape up. I wasn’t especially looking forward to Mr. Claus’s visit.

The weather turned uncharacteristically cold and I refused to take off the fur hat my father had mailed to me. The previous Christmas, I'd found a set of paper-dolls under the tree, so a visit from Ole St. Nick couldn’t compete with my new fuzzy head-piece and its big shiny sequins.

When the house became unbearable, I’d take my hat and escape to the yard. I was a great pretender, becoming a master chef who created amazing pies out of mud and corn kernels. Or maybe I’d be a major-general, leading troops to victory against hordes of Nazi soldiers or a fairy queen who turned dandelions into roses with a single swish of my twiggy wand. But my greatest joy was listening to Gramps tell his marvelous stories.

One night, Gramps finished a story about a giant toe. I’d started to sweat because I sat too close to the fireplace and still wore my new hat. When he finished the story, he asked, "So, Teensie, what do you want Santa to bring you?"

I took off the hat, concentrating intensely on a sparkly sequin while I tried to stifle my sniffles. I couldn't tell Gramps about the switches.

"Teensie, what’s wrong with you?" he cajoled.

"Santa won’t come to see me, Gramps. I’ve been bad."

"And just what have you done that’s so bad?"

"Well, I got mud on Aunt Judie’s new rug and my fingerprints are all over the coffee table. I scuffed my new shoes and I wore this hat when Mama said I shouldn’t." I stopped rambling long enough to wipe my nose on my sleeve. "And, that’s just stuff I did today. I can’t even ‘member the stuff I did yesterday."

Gramps stared for a few seconds without speaking. I was sure he thought I’d get those switches after all. He finally spoke, "You must try to mind your Mama and your aunts, but Santa expects you to be good, not perfect."

I looked up in wonder. "You mean?"

"Yep. Santa doesn’t care about throw rugs and coffee tables. He wants you to do your best. Have you done that?"

"Yes." I was feeling pretty good.

"And have you told any lies?"

"Not a one!" I felt really good.

"Then I’m sure Santa will bring you something good."

On December twenty-fourth, my aunts and I sat around our Christmas tree eating chocolate and biscuits. Mama and Gramps had already gone to their rooms and Jingle Bell Rock played on the old radio. I hummed as I cut paper-dolls from an old catalog.

Aunt June asked, "Shouldn’t you be going to bed?"

"I can't go to sleep until the fire goes out." Both aunts snickered.

June went back to her album and Judie stuck her head back into the magazine with a picture of a man and a woman kissing on the cover. I grabbed my scissors when something in the window caught my eye. There he was.

Santa!

He had neither hat nor hair on his head. I wondered if I should loan him my new hat. I glanced at my aunts to see if they saw him too, but they were reading. I looked back and Santa held his finger to his lips. He winked and the, just like that, he was gone.

I checked again to see if my aunts saw him,but they kept doing their teenage things. After a quick check of the fireplace to make sure only coals remained, I raced to bed and pulled the cover over my head.

Memories of that Christmas Eve had faded, but the perfect likeness on the greeting card brought the past back. I purchased the card.

Later that night, I called Aunt June. "When I was five, was that Gramps who dressed up as Santa?"

"What are you talking about?"

"There was a Santa at the window. Was that Gramps?"

My aunt remained silent for a moment. "No one ever dressed up as Santa. Even if we could have afforded a Santa Claus suit, your mother would never have allowed it."

"Are you sure?" I persisted. "I saw a Santa outside the window."

"I promise you. While we lived in the farmhouse, there was never a Santa."

Oh but there was. I hung up, perplexed. I still don't know who or what I saw outside that window, but in my mind, Santa will always live.
Copyright © 2011 by Robin Weaver
Now Available! The newest novella in the Merryvale series.

Full Contact Decorating

Christmas Tree Wars

Inspiration for My Holiday Stories By Kathy Coatney

I started writing Christmas themed romances a few years ago and really enjoyed writing the Crooked Halo Christmas Chronicles. 

I started a new Christmas series in 2021, A Vermont Christmas Romance, after I lost a dear friend, Jody Sherin, who died in April of that year.

 I met Jody at the Emerald City Romance Writers conference about ten years ago through mutual friends. They were all having dinner together, and they graciously invited me to tag along.

 Not only did Jody welcome me with open arms, but the day before our dinner she bought my book, Forever His, and read it overnight, then raved about it all through dinner. She stole my heart in that moment, and we became fast friends. She was also my loyal reader, and eventually became my proof reader/critiquer. I always looked forward to our dinners in Seattle—until COVID when our annual dinner was cancelled along with the conference.

BOOK 1

 The last time I spoke to Jody was two months before she died. We were discussing my latest book, but then we transitioned to family, and of course her great grandchildren, and how adorable each one was, and how much she loved them. I’ve never met anyone more caring or knowledgeable, or anyone who loved Christmas more than she did. She spent weeks decorating her house for the holidays and had not one, but several Christmas trees. Her husband, Dave, made a special Christmas village that grew every year.  Wherever Jody is, I’m certain heaven is decorated for Christmas year-round.

 After Jody died, I wanted to do something in her memory and came up with the Vermont Christmas Romance series where Jody and her husband, Nick C-L-A-Ws, play matchmaking Santa and Mrs. Claus in the town of Snowside, Vermont. They bring lonely hearts together just in time for Christmas.

 I have so loved writing this series and felt Jody guiding through the story. The first book, Santa Comes to Snowside, released last November and book 2, Jingle all the way to Snowside released on October 4, 2022. Here’s an excerpt from the latest release where Jody opens the story:

 

BOOK 2

Somewhere north of Vermont

 Nick Claws finished polishing the hood of the candy red Mini Cooper and began loading it with suitcases. The October sun crept over the horizon as Nick wedged the last suitcase into the trunk, leaving room for him, Jody, and their miniature poodle, Prancer. His wife had never learned the art of packing light.     

 “So why are we headed to Snowside in October?” Jody asked, coming up to him with Prancer snuggled in her arms. The miniature poodle lifted his head and gave a single bark, as if he also wanted an answer to the question.

       Nick glanced over at her, his blue eyes twinkling as he stroked his long, white beard. “We’re getting an early start on the Christmas season.”

       “The earliest we’ve ever gone is November.”

       “You’re right, but this one’s going to be a bit more challenging, and we’re going to need more time since we’ll be volunteering at two different sites.”

       Jody looked down at Prancer. “Did you hear that?” she asked the dog. “We’re starting Christmas in October this year.”

       “Is that a bad thing?” Nick asked.

       “Absolutely not. You know I love Christmas. I can’t think of anything better than starting now.” Jody clapped her hands, excitement pulsing through her. “So, tell me where we’ll be volunteering.”

       He helped her into the car, and they set off. “As you know, we’re returning to Snowside, and there’s the sweetest woman, Sadie McCluskey. She runs McCluskey River Farm right in downtown Snowside. It’s only three acres, but it’s got all the charm of the Old Time Christmas Tree Farm and Enchanted Inn that Jeremy and Marilyn Clark own. It’s the place we gave Jack and Annie Bradshaw the sleigh ride and romantic dinner almost four years ago. Sadie grows every crop imaginable and does all kinds of weekly events, from brunches to movie nights, crafts for kids and adults, tours of the farm, and she teaches classes on growing successful gardens. But she desperately needs help with the events, which is where you come in. I know you’re going to love it!”

       “I can’t wait to get started. And what about the other place?”

       “It’s a kindergarten classroom, and the teacher is Hank Dabrowski. His hands are full, and he really needs more help in the classroom. He’s dedicated to these kids and their families and wants to do more than just teach them. Many of his kids’ families are living hand-to-mouth, so he’s determined to not only educate the kids, but improve their lives.”

       Jody faced him, her reindeer earrings swaying against rosy cheeks. “So, I assume there’s a connection between Sadie and Hank?”

       Nick cast a side-long glance at his wife, then focused on the road. “Yes. The land Sadie farms is owned by our old friend Elroy Murphy—one of our first holiday matchups and Hank’s great-uncle. Elroy actually wrote to us about them. From what he said, he promised Sadie that he will never allow the land to be anything but farmland, and he’s waiting for her to come up with the financing to buy it. She’s applied for numerous loans, but keeps getting turned down. Hank’s been trying to convince his uncle to contact a lawyer to ensure he gets fair market value for the land, which could mean Sadie would lose her farm.”

       Jody clapped her hands over her mouth, shaking her head. “We can’t have Sadie lose that farm. It’s too important. We’re going to have to convince Hank to change his mind.”

       Nick nodded in agreement.

       “Are Hank and Sadie our holiday matchup?”

       “They are, but it’s going to be a challenge. Hank is driven to make a difference for his students, but he’s suspicious of Sadie, especially after a bad breakup. Sadie is committed to her farm, but her resistance goes deeper. Her parents died when she was in high school, and she went into foster care. Then she married young and her ex-husband hurt her deeply. Now, she’s afraid to love and she’s lost her Christmas spirit.”

       Jody tapped a finger to her lips as she thought over the problem. “Well, we’re going to have our work cut out for us, but we will find a solution.”

       Nick reached over and squeezed her knee. “That’s what I love most about you—your optimism. You don’t believe in can’t.”

       Jody winked at him, tracing her fingers over his cheek as she stared into his face. “I couldn’t do it without you.”

       Nick punched the gas. Jody’s laughter floated on the air again as they jetted down the highway.

***

The Christmas books are part of The Murphy Clan series. The Murphy Clan has four series within it, Falling in Love, Return to Hope’s Crossing, The Crooked Halo Christmas Chronicles, and Vermont Christmas Romance for a total of 13 books.

 I also have a short story Angels R Us you can only get it by subscribing to my newsletter.

 Thank you all. It was lovely spending time with you. I look forward to meeting up with you on:

Goodreads

BookBub

Facebook

Facebook Group

Twitter

Website