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Merry Thanksmas…

Happy November 1!

In our home, today marks the official kick off of all things Christmas. Yes, today begins my yearly metamorphosis into Clark Griswold’s, younger, better Roseanna Borellilooking sister who is a Clandestine Member of the E.E.L.I.I. – the Excessive Exterior Luminary Intelligence Institute. Christmas music, decor and over-the-top outside lighting that often causes a temporary neighborhood brown-out, are what the kids & I dream about all year. ALL YEAR.   I think it is more than mere coincidence that on this very day in 1512, the Sistine Chapel ceiling was open to the public.  See, us Italian, creative & expressive types stick together. Did you know that Michelangelo worked until his death in 1564 at the age of 88?  That will be me, doing what I love until I take my last breath.  The headline will read,

“LOCAL WOMAN FOUND TANGLED IN TINSEL WHILE DECORATING”.  Witnesses say her last words were, “I call bullshit on one bulb going out and all the others staying lit”.  Alabama Power now worried about 4th quarter profits.

Perhaps my teenage daughter just rolls her eyes when this time of year arrives,  since she is the one who gets sent to the attic multiple times to bring down decades of decorations. But deep down—- deep deep down, I know she enjoys it.  My little Joey, however, gets as excited as his mama – he loves the lights and sounds that come to life about this time each year .  In fact, given that he has spent many Decembers in the hospital, his Christmas tree stays up in his room all year.

The Christmas DVDs will now stay out by the television for the next couple months and our Pandora stations will all be set to the Christmas channels.  For us, this really is the most wonderful time of the year and it has nothing to do with gifts or the marketing mayhem that corporate clowns will force down our throats over the coming weeks.  There’s just a feeling in the air that comes around right about now – and no, it’s not because the temperature has dropped some.  I’m referring to that illusive Christmas spirit.  It’s coming, I can feel it, and I’m happy to be one of those that kicks it off just a little earlier than most.  I’ve never conformed to the restraints of society, so if I want to put my Christmas decorations out now, that’s what this mama is going to do.  It takes a full week to transform my home into Santa’s Village South and I want to enjoy it as long as possible.   January will be here in the blink of an eye and soon I will be wrapping up my decorations, putting them in boxes and out of sight in my attic.  Sort of like the Christmas spirit – it comes in with a bang, makes all of us feel warm and fuzzy inside and you always wish it would stay just a bit longer.  Sadly, it seems to get packed away and then it’s gone.  In the words of Kin Hubbard, “Next to a circus there ain’t nothing that packs up and tears out faster than the Christmas spirit.”

Now, for those of you shaking your head because Thanksgiving seems to beRoseanna Borelli's Turkey lost on those of us who get tangled in the tinsel a touch too soon, here’s what I’m going to do.  Just for you, I will buy a Butterball and put him on display – but I’m going to decorate his frozen ass with a big red bow and a Santa Hat.Gobble Ho Gobble Ho, Gobble Ho, Ho, Ho!

And in the spirit of Christmas marketing, don’t forget to visit http://santaletters-us.webs.com/ and order a letter from Santa.  This is my little home business that I’ve had the pleasure of doing for almost a decade.  Bringing to life the antics and mischief that takes place in Santa’s North Pole Village is something I enjoy writing about each year and sharing with hundreds of children.  I hope yours will be one of them.

“It came without ribbons!  It came without tags!  It came without packages, boxes or bags!”… Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before!  “Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store.  Maybe Christmas… perhaps… means a little bit more!” 

Roseanna Borelli

~Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas

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Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more! ~Dr. Seuss

Each year about this time my little home office morphs into Santa’s Village South.  This transformation is now in its eighth year and has become a rather significant source of happiness for me. What exactly takes place in this make-shift Santa satellite operation?  Well, quite a bit of imagination, a few late nights, lots of letter writing and a constant feeling of the Christmas spirit.  See, I write letters to children from Santa Claus.  I started doing this years ago for just a few friends and family members as Christmas gifts and over time, it turned into a seasonal home business, albeit, a very small one.  But these aren’t your ‘run of the mill’ letters from Santa.  No, these are extremely personalized and rather long letters that leave a child wondering how its possible for Santa to know so much about them.  Add to that, the various antics and chaos caused by the elves and reindeer in each of my letters and I’m proud to say that my Santa Letters now have a sort of cult following.  I’ve actually had the privilege of writing letters to some children their entire life, beginning when they were maybe just one or two years old and now they are almost ten. I’ve watched them grow up through the online forms their parents complete each year when they order their letter.

Here’s the catch – I only accept the first 200 orders.  This allows me to make sure my letters remain very personalized and never rushed.  Since I’ve been writing to some of these children their entire lives, I have to be very careful that a story about a mischievous elf or a reindeer that likes to wander off and play practical jokes with Jack Frost is never repeated.  So, aLetters From Santa (Roseanna Borelli) copy of every letter I’ve ever written is kept in a file.  No two letters are the same, that alone gives me an edge over the other companies offering this type of service.  There is a family in Georgia that has four children and even though two of them no longer believe in the jolly man with the white beard, they still order a letter for all four of them.  I’ve been writing their letters for five years now. That’s twenty different story lines!  What I really enjoy is trying to connect their letters in some small way each year.  I might write to the youngest and tell her how sorry I am for not writing her letter sooner but Santa had to have a meeting with the Elfin Behavioral Modification Committee to discuss her brother’s refusal to clean his room.  Details like that really bring the magic of Christmas to a child – and to me as well.  I’m about to celebrate yet another birthday but when I begin to write these letters each year, I’m a child again with all the awe and wonder that the Christmas season can bring.

Ok, now here comes the shameless plug.  If you want to visit my website, learn more about ‘Letters From Santa’ or place an order, just visit:

 http://santaletters-us.webs.com/

I hope you’ll also stop by our Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/SicilianSanta

Letters From SantaI guess you could say that I really do love the Christmas season.  Not the shopping, not the way it has turned into a huge marketing opportunity and I will walk naked on hot coals while yodeling before I will step foot into a mall the day after Thanksgiving. What I love is the magic of the season.  I love how, even if it’s just for a few days, everyone seems a little kinder, a bit gentler.  I love the sounds and smells that fill my home.  I enjoy unwrapping the Christmas ornaments and recalling who gave them to me or how old my daughter was when she made the reindeer out of felt that now only has one eye and a nose that is about to fall off.  I love putting up my Angel tree that began when my little boy was in a coma during Christmas one year and people from all over the country, many I’ve never met, set him Angel ornaments.  

And I love writing letters to children from Santa, knowing that in some small way, I was able to be a part of their childhood Christmas memories.

Roseanna Borelli

“Christmas can be celebrated in the school room with pine trees, tinsel and reindeer, but there must be no mention of the man whose birthday is being celebrated. One wonders how a teacher would answer if a student asked why it was called Christmas.”   ~Ronald Reagan

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