tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340408758376239372.post7755011579885796449..comments2023-10-26T05:40:03.942-07:00Comments on The World According to Isa<br>: The Feast of Saint NicholasBlue Musehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10615766405213474959noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340408758376239372.post-82364400300768970372008-12-08T14:23:00.000-08:002008-12-08T14:23:00.000-08:00I did enjoy this post!I did enjoy this post!The Musehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09698847569200418376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340408758376239372.post-19374527932901204082008-12-07T02:54:00.000-08:002008-12-07T02:54:00.000-08:00Such a lovely story Isa and a beautiful tradition ...Such a lovely story Isa and a beautiful tradition and I do so love tradition. Thank you for your lovely comments on French Essence and entering the giveaway. xvvicki archerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07847183975086900816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340408758376239372.post-32271045761767096442008-12-06T09:58:00.000-08:002008-12-06T09:58:00.000-08:00SANTA BRING MY MOMMY BACK TO MEOh, I don't want a ...SANTA BRING MY MOMMY BACK TO ME<BR/><BR/>Oh, I don't want a choo-choo, a wagon or a sled, underneath my Christmas tree, but if you want me to be gooder than good, Santa bring my mommy back to me.<BR/><BR/>Now most kids want a choo-choo, a wagon or a sled, they want almost everything they see, but if you want me to be gooder than good, Santa bring my mommy back to me.<BR/><BR/>In the evening, when my prayers are said, I'm afraid to turn out the light, cause there's no one to tuck me into bed, to whisper darling good night, sleep tight.<BR/><BR/>Now what good is a choo-choo, a wagon or a sled, they can't take me where I want to be, but if you want me to be gooder than good, Santa bring my mommy back to me.jerseygirl211https://www.blogger.com/profile/02779277033859767629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4340408758376239372.post-35359423985088556582008-12-06T09:51:00.000-08:002008-12-06T09:51:00.000-08:00Again Isa, The story is heart warming and your wr...Again Isa, The story is heart warming and your writing made me feel as if I was right there. Do you know if this tradition is still performed? So many of those wonderful things that we grew up loving have been done away with. <BR/><BR/>I miss Christmas Eve with my mother, she always made it so special. She would have us all join in and sing Christams songs as we decorated the tree. When it was finished and time for us to go to bed, she always ended the evening with a song titled, SANTA BRING MY MOMMY BACK TO ME. When I grew older, I think I knew why she sang that song. She was a single parent and couldn't afford to buy us everything we wanted from Santa. I believe that she hoped that maybe if we didn't get some of the things on our list, that we would think of those children that wouldn't get the ONE thing that they wanted the most. <BR/><BR/>My mother died a month after Christmas, I was twelve, so that song became even more special over the years and I sang it every year to my children too.<BR/><BR/>((((((((HUGS))))))<BR/><BR/>'D'jerseygirl211https://www.blogger.com/profile/02779277033859767629noreply@blogger.com