He does. Santa knows the good stuff to give. He whispers my wants and desires into the unsuspecting ears of my friends and family. The subconscious takes over from there and in deciding what to give me for Christmas, these minions of Ol’ Saint Nick get it right and get it good.
The Candyman was creative and thoughtful in his gift-giving, as he always is. My family and friends were generous to a fault. I feel so blessed and lucky to be the recipient of so much generosity. I have to admit though, I’ve got some favorites.
Real English Nottingham lace that my aunt bought in Nottingham. Loverly, no? She wrote that she would like to see what this lace grows up to be. Me too. Me too. It’s incredibly beautiful.
Now my father-in-law gives me/us the most interesting gifts, I must say. Last year he bought me perfume ( I am a perfume whore, so this was much appreciated). The year before that I got a ceramic Santa candleholder. The year before that it was Sarah Palin’s book Going Rogue (I couldn’t get past page 12). That same year he gave The Candyman a framed painting of Elvis, the canvas of which was a mirror. This year? Oh, this year was epic.
Aw yeah, that’s right. It’s an Olan Mills special delivery, y’all! It’s a canvas print of The Candyman circa the late 70’s, perhaps the early 80’s. It’s been hidden away somewhere, hence the water stains or mold or whatever the schmutzy stuff is on the edge there, but I believe that schmutzy stuff gives the piece (and it is a work of pure genius) its character. Are The Candyman’s hands resting on his invisible knees or on the dark, evil shoulder of Lucifer? With his blonde, Damien Thorn-esque hair, it gives me pause to consider the latter.
It was the merriest of Christmases! How was yours?