When I was about five years old, my mother bought a center piece for our Christmas table. It was a Santa in a sleigh with a music box in it that played Jingle Bells. It has been on our Christmas table for as long as I can remember. My father really liked to wind up the music box and hear Jingle Bells, even if we were not seated around the table.
When I cleaned out my parents' house after they died, there was Santa, right in the closet where he spent the rest of the year. I brought him to Michigan and now it drives his sleight in my family room on the side board.
Here is a picture of the Santa in his sleigh with the reindeer, who seemed to have lost their antlers along the way.
Now for a close up.
And lastly a real closeup. I did not realize until I took this picture, how sweet Santa's face is.
He still plays Jingle Bells and if he could talk I know he would wish everyone a Merry Christmas.
What a lovely memory!
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