Snuggled on the couch this dark Winter morning, preparing to write a little entry on one of the best Christmas books ever (Brian Wildsmith's 12 Days of Christmas) ...
First, I remembered that I'd lent the book (never do that), so I couldn't photograph it (sorry, I don't know where I got the above photo from).
Second, I couldn't help admire the sweet collection of Swedish family Santas on the table in front of me. So, in lieu of the generally admired Wildsmith, here's a more personally admired collection of Swedish Santas ... some generations old, one brand new, and one hand knit by great grandma.
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