Santa Coming To Town
Mom’s mother would load up the car like nobody’s business. Random supplies, clothes handsewn and hand-me-downs, handmade quilts, food, oranges, 50lb tins of shortening to convert into dual-purpose storage and seats with pretty little skirts. She was determined to make the long annual roadtrip worthwhile. As kids, she was the only Santa Claus we ever knew.
every visit a winfall
worth the anticipation
hugs and blessings
AP: 1st place 2025, 1st place 2025
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