A new Mr. Clause
Last year, there was a mishap with one of my favorite Christmas decorations. It involved the demise of Mr. Clause who belonged to a set of a kissing Mr. and Mrs. Clause, sitting on a park bench (sort of reminds you of that Jethro Tull song, doesn't it? 'sitting on a Park Bench....eyeing little girls with bad intent'). I bought them years ago from a catalog called Current which sold cutesy stuff like this and note cards, wrapping paper, and other things mostly that I did not need and most of which are no longer needed by anyone. I don't recall exactly what happened to Mr. Clause but I remember feeling badly when I put decorations away on the day after New Years' day, which is my usual putting things away day after Christmas. Maybe Mr. Clause decided to end it all, or she, tired of kissing him, pushed him off the bench and into the kitchen sink. They usually sat in the kitchen window. Poor Mrs. Santa would have to sit by herself for an entire year with no on