Over a number of years, my artist husband has created several hand carved Santas for me.  Each was added at Christmas to a collection started long ago.  I love it when Paul works sculpting something out of a chunk of nothing. He’s a master craftsman, but he also enjoys the time whittling away on a piece of wood.  It seems to carry him to a different place and time.

Like the touch of a paintbrush in a way – his hands and mind move swiftly and carefully – creating, molding, shaping incredible little creatures which make me smile.  One looks like a pickle with his tall, green, pointed hat.  Another is shaped like a jalapeno pepper.  Each is unique and has it’s own character.  All of them look somewhat like their maker.

For a time, these treasures were hidden in a box and we thought they’d gotten lost in our move, but they appeared one day last year while we were going through some boxes. They now are displayed all year round in our new, old farmhouse in the city.



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