No creek could stop me, after I fetched them their gifts from Independence. Laura sat straight up in the bed. Did you see Santa Claus? she shouted. I sure did, Mr. Edwards said. Where? When? What did he look like? What did he say? Did he really give you something for us? Mary and Laura cried... When he saw the creek rising, Mr. Edwards said, he had known that Santa Claus could not get across it....And Mr. Edwards reasoned that if Santa Claus couldnt cross the creek, likely he would come no farther south than Independence... And there, coming down the street in Independence, he had met Santa Claus... Well, the first thing Santa Claus said was, Hello, Edwards... So Santa said, Hello, Edwards! Last time I saw you you were sleeping on a cornshuck bed in Tennessee... Then Santa Claus said: I understand your living now down along the Verdigris River. Have you ever met up, down yonder, with two little young girls named Mary and Laura? I surely am acquainted with them, Mr. Edwards replied. It rests heavy on my mind, said Santa Claus. They are both of them sweet, pretty, good little young things, and I know they are expecting me. I surely do hate to disappoint two good little girls like them. Yet with the water up the way it is, I cant ever make it across the creek. I can figure no way whatsoever to get to their cabin this year. Edwards, Santa Claus said. Would you do me the favor to fetch them their gifts this one time? Ill do that, and with pleasure, Mr. Edwards told them. Then Santa Claus and Mr. Edwards stepped across the street to the hitching-posts where the pack-mule was tied. (Didnt he have his reindeer? Laura asked. You know he couldnt, Mary said. There isnt any snow. Exactly, said Mr. Edwards. Santa Claus traveled with a pack-mule in the southwest.) And Santa Claus uncinched the pack and looked through it, and he took out the presents for Mary and Laura... Then he shook hands with Mr. Edwards and he swung up on his fine bay horse. Santa Claus rode well for a man of his weight and build. And he tucked his long, white whiskers under his bandana. So long, Edwards, he said, and he rode away on the Fort Dodge trail, leading his pack-mule and whistling... From Santa Claus they received a shiny tin cup, heart-shaped cakes, peppermint sticks, and a penny for each of them. Day 359. I am so proud to be part of a people that understand how the Holidays are supposed to feel. Happy holidays my friends. I missed yesterday, long day job. I will be returning messages and getting to art as soon as I can.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 18:01:49 +0000
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