You guys simply wouldn’t believe the things that happen in Aura, Michigan!
It’s a magical place.
Lean close by our fire and I will tell you a magical tale. OK, you can drink some hot chocolate first if you want a cup. No, you can’t go make snow angels in the snow. Not ’til we’re done with our Christmas story.
This is not the story of Mary, Joseph and a babe in the manger. This is not even the story of a fat jolly old elf with his sack full of toys magically emerging soot-free from a chimney.
This is the story of the Santas and Snowmen. Settle yourselves down for a long winter’s snooze and listen to our Christmas story.
Years ago I walked into a raffle at the Aura Hall. (I think it was the Aura Hall. But it could have been the Skanee Hall.) My eyes surveyed the scene and lingered on the only Prize I wanted.
Three inch high Santas and Snowmen sat on a tic-tac-toe board. With cheery scarves, swirls and caps, they announced “CHRISTMAS” with utter joy.
I–who do not necessarily like very many decorations–fell head over snowflakes in love.
“The Santas and Snowmen are mine,” a voice in the head claimed them utterly.
However, who listens to voices in the head when they say such things? Certainly not me. I paid for a few raffle tickets and went home, never thinking about the tic-tac-toe Santas and Snowmen again.
Until the call came.
“You won!” announced a triumphant voice. “A tic-tac-toe Santa and Snowmen set!”
The Santas and Snowmen set up residence every Christmastime beneath our tree.
Then–one Christmas–the Fun Began.
Someone (no one likes to admit who) decided that the Santas and Snowmen must be prime players in our Christmas scene. One of the first years one of us–we won’t reveal who–set up a tableau in which the hapless fellows marched like lemmings, one following the other, off our living room coffee table. (Please! Do not judge us too rashly! We know we have weird senses of humor…)
The second year the Santas and Snowmen were all drunk and hung over on Christmas morning. Empty beer bottles lay around their fallen bodies. It was a frightful scene. (We laughed so hysterically over this scene that we could barely function…HIGH FIVE for the Drue who thought that one up!) Although I still remain partial to the lemming scene.
The Santas and Snowmen have been found perched ‘way up high among our plants. They have been found descending into the basement. They gathered one year in our refrigerator. Last year they marched outside…well, I don’t want to spoil the story. You really MUST click here and read what they did last year. It was absolutely amazing what those fellas decided to do.
What would they do this year for an encore? I went to bed before the Other Two occupants of the house. When I awoke this morning…well, you can see the above scene.
The Santas and Snowmen AND Howard’s Tin Can Man (see story here if you’ve forgotten) were gathered around the TV watching a DVD and eating popcorn!
A note lay in their midst: “After a long night delivering presents, the guys relax with a movie and some popcorn… and a new friend!”
(The Tin Man, being a recent arrival, is of course the “new friend”.)
Please let me know if you spotted any of these fellows delivering YOUR presents last night!
Ho! Ho! (I’m sure they shouted.) A MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU AND TO YOU A GOOD NIGHT!