Monday, December 23, 2013

Samuel vs. Santa Clause

Santa Claus: Santa Claus
The above photo was taken by RW Linder at http://rgbstock.com.  My computer is struggling with hacking into Google.

Samuel leapt from his bed, his entire body filled with anticipation.  Today!  Today we will meet again, Santa!  He and Nana were heading to the Mall for the annual tell-Santa-what-you-want visit.

However, Santa was his equal in every way.  The game is afoot, jolly fat man!

The preliminaries of the day over and his winter gear zipped up, Samuel noted The Mother at her cluttered craft table, painting last minute projects in acrylic paints of all colors.  Samuel gifted his mom with a spontaneous hug.  “I love you, Mommy!”  

Then he was off.  Off to see Santa.

No side trips for them—Nana wanted to eliminate collateral damage.  She remembered the last Hallmark debacle.  After shattered snow globes, Samuel had moved on with a red Sharpie© marker and signed twenty sympathy cards with hearts and “Nana”.  Not again, little man.

There he was: The Jolly Fat Man himself.  Samuel gave him a shy smile, accompanying cold blue eyes.  Bring it on, do your best…

Then Samuel stood at the bottom of the red carpet stairs.  Santa smiled, acknowledging his old adversary.  Samuel wriggled up onto the red velvet lap with the difficulty a three-and-a-half year old child.
“So, Samuel!  What will it be this year?  What do you want?” Santa added, “Ho, Ho, Ho!”

Have I been naughty or nice?  Samuel smiled the smile of the innocent. Then Santa whispered into Samuel's ear, accounting the sins of the entire year.
 
How did he know about the car oil?  And the screw driver?  Mommy’s brush?  Samuel sighed in admission...confession given. 

Samuel squirmed uncomfortably.  ”So, Samuel, I will visit your fireplace again.  Sugar cookies this time.”  Santa laid a finger aside his nose.  “Ho, Ho…”

Samuel suddenly hugged Santa tightly, patting his back and long hair, before climbing down.  Later, dude.

As Samuel raced to the exit door, Nana ran to catch him.  Pretty spry, Nana!

Then the shouting and assorted obscenities began.  Samuel turned to see Santa in his new improved suit, white acrylic paint streaming down Santa’s pant leg and onto his black boot; his back plastered with black handprints and flowing stripes of yellow.

Samuel tossed the acrylic bottles into the trash bins, and Nana grabbed him.  They escaped, Samuel and Nana. She was smiling.
Spilled paint bottles



23 comments:

  1. Samuel always has something up his sleeve...this time it was paint. You know, I get the impression that Nana is a bit of a co-conspirator.

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  2. haha santa can now stand out at least, well done Samuel

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    1. Santa has worn the same wardrobe for centuries. Time to switch up.

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  3. I don't know about your Nana, Samuel!

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    1. She has to understand him, so she can stay ahead of him. And she has a sense of humor.

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  4. I smiled before I opened this post. And my smile got wider. Samuel hasn't fallen far from the tree has he? Thank you, Samuel and Nana for an antidote to Christmas schmaltz.

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    1. They see the world in a different way, with all sorts of possibilities.

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  5. So glad you enjoyed Samuel and Nana, E.C. Samuel is fun to work around and play.

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  6. What a wonderful Nana for helping Samuel skedaddle! I want to hear more about these partners in crime! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

    Julie

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    1. And to you as well, Julie. Nana and Samuel will have adventures and confrontations.

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  7. Oh my goodness! He "painted" Santa!

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    1. It is the only way to survive a Samuel grandson.

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  9. Oh my, that Samuel! It appears that Santa is more colourful than ever. And that's not just the adjectives.

    A peaceful Christmas to you and your loved ones, Susan.

    Gary, typing from Christmas morning :)

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    1. I hope you had a lovely Christmas, Gary. Keep warm and keep happy.

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  10. Oh my. What a colorful story :) Have a happy holiday.

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  11. Santa's magic, he can fix it. :) And I'm here to wish you Merry Christmas!

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  12. Hmmmm! I could say a lot, but I think I'll refrain.

    Blessings and Bear hugs!

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  13. To Lilith, Rosey, Hilary: Santa can handle anything. He surely must have confronted many Samuels in his long career.

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