I had to share this...
Oct. 30th, 2005 08:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mari4212Because it's so cute!
And in other thoughts, maybe it's just the Christmas lists going around, but I've been thinking about Santa Claus/St. Nickolas recently. More specifically, my conceptions of him. Because, really, I don't think I share the mainstream view of him at all. I don't do the fat man in the red suit. My images of him come partially from a tradition in my church, and partially from a small statue I saw only last year, but which I thought did a great job of expressing what he was about.
The image from church is of a bishop who arives on a Sunday in December close to the sixteenth to tell his story, and who would also tell his story on the annual holiday hunt after Thanksgiving. The image of a man in bishop's robes resonates more, probably because I heard that story so much.
The second image came from a display of Santa Clauses in the library on campus where i worked last year. Amoung the various others, there was a version which had a man in rich robes who had dropped a bag at his side as he knelt in wonder at the manger. It was just very moving to me.
So, now that I've bored you with my mental images of Santa, do any of you have any to share? A memory that sticks in your mind, the time you stopped really believing, (if you did, I won't deny him if you don't) maybe the time you started to believe again?
And in other thoughts, maybe it's just the Christmas lists going around, but I've been thinking about Santa Claus/St. Nickolas recently. More specifically, my conceptions of him. Because, really, I don't think I share the mainstream view of him at all. I don't do the fat man in the red suit. My images of him come partially from a tradition in my church, and partially from a small statue I saw only last year, but which I thought did a great job of expressing what he was about.
The image from church is of a bishop who arives on a Sunday in December close to the sixteenth to tell his story, and who would also tell his story on the annual holiday hunt after Thanksgiving. The image of a man in bishop's robes resonates more, probably because I heard that story so much.
The second image came from a display of Santa Clauses in the library on campus where i worked last year. Amoung the various others, there was a version which had a man in rich robes who had dropped a bag at his side as he knelt in wonder at the manger. It was just very moving to me.
So, now that I've bored you with my mental images of Santa, do any of you have any to share? A memory that sticks in your mind, the time you stopped really believing, (if you did, I won't deny him if you don't) maybe the time you started to believe again?
