Listen, kid, I'm tellin' ya one more time you can't have all the toys in the whole wide wide wide world. It just don't happen that way.
After The Mister's mother passed away, his brother, Doug, sent us a box filled with family pictures. We spent one evening browsing through photos filled with memories and enjoyed looking at pictures of The Mister and his parents at a time when they were all so young and vibrant and happy. Picnics, family gatherings, Easters, Christmas. There were pictures of family in Romania where both of his parents were born.
The Mister handed me a photo (shown above) of himself as a cute little guy about 6 years old negotiating with Santa for a real horse, a Red Ryder BB gun, a new cowboy outfit, a Maserati and a blonde. I looked at it for a few minutes and realized that this picture looked very familiar. At least that Santa did, and the tree and the decorations on the wall. I said, "Wait just a minute here!That's MY Santa!"
I had a similar box of pictures up in the closet which I immediately wrangled off the shelf and started flipping through until I came up with this one:
Here I am, about 3 years old sitting on Santa's knee negotiating with him for one of the candy canes that are just out of sight in the picture. I remember sitting on Santa's knee that day. He WAS Santa with a soft red velvet suit, a snow white beard and a sparkle in his eye. I might have told him I wanted a doll. I don't remember that part, but I do remember the candy canes, and I wanted one. I'm pointing at them and agreeing that yes, I have been a good little girl. All year. And more than anything in the world I want one of those bright candy canes. Now.
If you look at these pictures carefully you will see that we each visited the very same Santa in the very same gold chair under the very same Christmas tree. The numbers in the right hand corner (both ending in 84) show that The Mister (he was called The Little Mister back then) probably showed up shortly after Thanksgiving, and I stopped in a few weeks later. I'm thinking Santa remembered that little dark eyed negotiator. When I showed up he put his plan in place. He knew all along what we really wanted for Christmas.
And we got it!