This is my old friend, Sitting Santa $1.39. I bought him the first year I moved to Texas when I was 21-years-old.
I was poorer than a church mouse in those days, yet I was out
coveting shopping on my lunch hour. When you’re 21, nothing has to make much sense and that’s the beauty of being 21. Anyway, I spotted him in a Tuesday Morning and I was enchanted. The box in which he came, which I carefully return him to at the end of every season, has a sticker on it that reads Sitting Santa $1.39, so that’s what I’ve always called him.
The day I bought Sitting Santa $1.39, I think I had maybe $1.55 in my purse, so I skipped lunch and bought him instead. Like Antique Daddy, I knew the second I laid eyes on him that I had to have him and that he was mine, mine, mine and that we would be together always!
Every season, I look forward to unpacking him and fluffing out his poinsettias and placing him in the holiday seat of honor, the kitchen window. Unpacking him is like running into an old friend and then realizing how much you’ve missed them. Seems kind of silly that a cheap little piece of ceramic from China could mean so much, could do so much, but it does.
The past 25 Christmas seasons here in Texas have sometimes been joyous and filled with life and plenty. Other seasons have been sad and lonely and slim. Some years there have been big sparkly heavily-laden department store trees and other years little Charlie Brown trees and a few years no tree at all. But Sitting Santa $1.39 has been the constant in all the craziness that has been my life as a Texan. Sitting Santa $1.39 has helped to make the past 25 Christmas seasons a bit more bright.
That’s what old friends do.