It's that Time of Year
Maybe many of you are making out your Christmas wish list. My wife told me to work on mine. Actually I'm not sure I have much on my list I want. I told her I don't have a Dr. Grabow pipe in my collection. Maybe some special pipe tobacco I might want. But really I don't have a lot of wants. I've been listening to others about what they'd like to have. My wife made a list on Amazon of things she thinks would be nice gifts. I haven't looked at her list.
I said in a post the other day that I'd just be some old rich guy giving money away, if indeed I was some old rich guy. I like to read about old rich guys who do things anonymously for others. There is some story every year about the guy that leaves a waitress a huge tip, or the pizza delivery person who delivers a pizza and gets a huge tip. No one wonders what Santa gets for Christmas. He might just want a cup of hot chocolate served with love when Christmas Eve is over.
Really Santa doesn't want anything except to be with Mrs. Claus when it's all over. Maybe he just wants to sleep through Christmas. Maybe the best Christmas is be Santa. I used to have visions of being a Santa, but I would need a big pillow and grow a better beard. But really it seems like being Santa would be more fun than the kids with their new toys. But actually I wouldn't mind being the Santa who spends New Year's on the beach in his red Speedo smoking a pipe. Except my wife won't me have a Speedo, let alone wear one. Maybe I could put that on my wish list.
It's not too early for me to make out my list for others. I'm not far from the beach. Who ever heard of Santa being down or a Santa who's unhappy? Maybe the heat in July gets to him and it's still a long way from the next Christmas. Who knows what those kids will want as they get older? I've learned my kids are still my kids.
I've often wondered about the little girl who asks for a pony and get one for Christmas. I've wondered how Santa puts all those ponies in his sack and then once delivered he has to put them somewhere. Ponies come in many forms as the kids get older. I've often wondered if there are actually people who buy brand new cars for Christmas. Usually one buys a new car when one needs one. But dealers need to unload cars before the new year begins. So, they'll advertise hoping.
Well, my Christmas list is a rather short one. My wife's list for me might be longer than mine. Mine is a rather short list. There's just not much I really need or even want. I'd just rather be Santa. I would look forward to lounging on a beach in a red Speedo. No one else would though. I don't know what it is about old guys in red Speedos. Maybe they all just want to be Santa. Most of them have the same build for it. And I'd want to smoke my pipe. Today it is my Lee Van Cleef Meerschaum pipe with the last of my Corn Cob Pipe tobacco and I'm feeling like Santa already. I just need the red Speedo. Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.
Dave
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