not a creature was stirring, not even a windup toy mouse
The acrylic stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that St Nick soon would be there
The children were nestled all snug n there bed
while visions of Wishbook toys danced in their heads
And Kathy in her Wincama fleece sleepthing from Sears without a cool knit cap
had just settled down for a long winter's nap
Kathy radiates a warm Christmas night glow in her super-soft sleepthing - just the outfit to settle down and have sweet dreams of Christmas!
When out on the roof there rose such a clatter
Kathy sprang from her bed to see what was the matter
Away to the window Kathy flew like a flash
tore open the shutter and threw up the sash
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
gave the lustre of midday to the objects below
when what to Kathy's wondering eyes should appear
but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer
Kathy seems surprised to see Santa delivering the presents, but she is well rested in her Color-Happy Knit Sleepclothes! They are the newest rage and sure to wake up Santa in her bright canary yellow!
Kay seems to be channeling Princess Leia in that bun style hairdo. I bet that makes sleeping on your side difficult!
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
and filled all the stockings , then turned with a jerk
And laying his finger aside of his nose
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight
"Happy Wishbook Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
Merry Christmas from this blog to all of our fans and their families. The Christmas catalogs were a tradition in our house when I grew up. It was one of those things that everyone in the US had in common. Everyone watched the same TV shows on the same three channels. Everyone watched the same movies at the same time in the movie theaters. And kids from every social and economic background wore out their Wishbooks while eyeing all the same toys.
Christmas seems different to me now. Maybe it is me or maybe it is that we have lost some of that sense of community that we had back then. I admit that I miss the Christmases of that era with every store and street decked out in campy Christmas decorations. For a child it seemed wonderful and comforting. And I admit that I have nothing but fond memories of those seasons.
Once again, Merry Christmas!
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