What do you think Santa's office looks like? Let's use our imagination.
If we received a Christmas card from Santa and it showed him sitting at his desk, his Ben Franklin glasses sliding down his cherry nose as he studiously reviewed his "good children" list-making sure to check it twice-how would the room be decorated? The desk is, of course, cherrywood .
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to match his nose.
He's sitting in a swivel chair, so he can easily swirl in one direction or another, as Mrs.
Claus walks in the door with a snack tray of her delicious sugar cookies.
As she leaves, on the heels of her sugar-y wake, in struts a few of the elves with a child's toy under each arm, for Santa's review.
The scene on the card: Mrs.
Claus at the door, a big smile on her happy and sweet face, a dot of flour on the tip of her broad nose and a powdery trail following behind her; one elf right at the foot of the other, toys in their arms, outstretching to Santa; Santa abstractedly looking up with his looooooong list in his hand, the paper curling in reams at his feet.
One corner of that list is in Santa's left hand as his left elbow leans on his cherrywood desk, his wife's cookie platter right next to him, one cookie on its way to his lips.
His left foot is tucked underneath the rollers of his chair while the other leg is stretched out in front of him, stopping the elves in their tracks.
His raised eyebrow watches them expectantly.
There's a corkboard hanging just to the left of the door where Mrs.
Claus stands.
Haphazardly pinned to it are all sorts of "From the Desk of Santa Claus" post-it notes, "Just in time for Christmas" memos, and "Dear Johnny" and "Dear Jane" letters on Santa's own personal stationery .
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letters that never went out because Santa, in his infinite wisdom, decided that Jane and Johnny did, after all, deserve everything they asked for.
In a couple of boxes on his desk amidst a pile of cheerful clutter, is the remainder of the Christmas cards left over after sending one, personally, to every boy and girl on earth.
Santa, of course, orders his cards from his favorite online printer, and buys in bulk since he has so many folks to whom he must send.
Next to that box is a tray which holds his address labels and stamps, all necessary items for mailing cards and letters.
Not packages, though.
Of course those he hand-delivers.
Despite the pleasant-looking disarray, Santa is actually very organized.
He has done this for so many years it's clear in the picture that he has everything under control.
The sly half-smile on his face, with the corners of his mouth brushing up toward his rosy cheeks, tells his wife and the elves that he's delighted with how his work for this season is progressing.
On the floor all around are dust and flour and powdered sugar .
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.
and tipped-over coffee cups.
Santa clearly works some long hours and he needs his caffeine to keep him running.
That-and Mrs.
Claus' wonderful treats! Christmas is, for yet another year, on schedule.
Santa will be ready to roll on December 24th and all good little children everywhere will wake up Christmas morning to find exactly what they wanted under their brightly-decorated holiday tree.
Maybe Santa's card, next year, will show him in his workshop!
If we received a Christmas card from Santa and it showed him sitting at his desk, his Ben Franklin glasses sliding down his cherry nose as he studiously reviewed his "good children" list-making sure to check it twice-how would the room be decorated? The desk is, of course, cherrywood .
.
.
to match his nose.
He's sitting in a swivel chair, so he can easily swirl in one direction or another, as Mrs.
Claus walks in the door with a snack tray of her delicious sugar cookies.
As she leaves, on the heels of her sugar-y wake, in struts a few of the elves with a child's toy under each arm, for Santa's review.
The scene on the card: Mrs.
Claus at the door, a big smile on her happy and sweet face, a dot of flour on the tip of her broad nose and a powdery trail following behind her; one elf right at the foot of the other, toys in their arms, outstretching to Santa; Santa abstractedly looking up with his looooooong list in his hand, the paper curling in reams at his feet.
One corner of that list is in Santa's left hand as his left elbow leans on his cherrywood desk, his wife's cookie platter right next to him, one cookie on its way to his lips.
His left foot is tucked underneath the rollers of his chair while the other leg is stretched out in front of him, stopping the elves in their tracks.
His raised eyebrow watches them expectantly.
There's a corkboard hanging just to the left of the door where Mrs.
Claus stands.
Haphazardly pinned to it are all sorts of "From the Desk of Santa Claus" post-it notes, "Just in time for Christmas" memos, and "Dear Johnny" and "Dear Jane" letters on Santa's own personal stationery .
.
.
letters that never went out because Santa, in his infinite wisdom, decided that Jane and Johnny did, after all, deserve everything they asked for.
In a couple of boxes on his desk amidst a pile of cheerful clutter, is the remainder of the Christmas cards left over after sending one, personally, to every boy and girl on earth.
Santa, of course, orders his cards from his favorite online printer, and buys in bulk since he has so many folks to whom he must send.
Next to that box is a tray which holds his address labels and stamps, all necessary items for mailing cards and letters.
Not packages, though.
Of course those he hand-delivers.
Despite the pleasant-looking disarray, Santa is actually very organized.
He has done this for so many years it's clear in the picture that he has everything under control.
The sly half-smile on his face, with the corners of his mouth brushing up toward his rosy cheeks, tells his wife and the elves that he's delighted with how his work for this season is progressing.
On the floor all around are dust and flour and powdered sugar .
.
.
and tipped-over coffee cups.
Santa clearly works some long hours and he needs his caffeine to keep him running.
That-and Mrs.
Claus' wonderful treats! Christmas is, for yet another year, on schedule.
Santa will be ready to roll on December 24th and all good little children everywhere will wake up Christmas morning to find exactly what they wanted under their brightly-decorated holiday tree.
Maybe Santa's card, next year, will show him in his workshop!