Sylvia is plowing through all our old photos as she doggedly, determinedly works on getting our archives organized.
She makes discoveries.
Every so often I hear her laugh.
It's a great laugh. Sort of like a bell pealing.
Or a gong.
Today, it was the discovery of this photo that got her going.
Ah, the "old timers" will remember the Christmas Dinners once served year-round at Santa Claus Land.
We'll have to scan one of the old menus and post it in the new year.
This next photo elicited another howl.
Anyone recognize this mystery dessert?
The recipe is featured on page 211 of the Santa Claus Museum Cookbook.
A wonderful grandma named Joy sent us this story and photo:
Attached is a picture of my granddaughter. She is two and is in love with Holidog. (I only got this picture by telling her I was sending it to Holidog).
She was having a little trouble with the idea of "potty training" and I had the idea of telling her that Nana couldn't take her back until she could use the potty and go like all the big people at Holiday World.
Well, believe it or not she looked at me and said, "Me go Holiday World, ride roller coasters." And she has not had one accident since!
As she goes into the restroom she continually says, "Holiday World ride roller coasters!" It's so funny! I'm sure the kids who do the Holidog get very tired and hot, but I hope they realize what an impression they have on the young kids.
Keep up the good work and Nana will be there the first day with all the grandkids! (Pray for me). HAHA
Nana, please tell your cute little granddaughter that Holidog is very proud of her and can't wait to give her a big doggie hug next summer.
It you like cats. you won't want to miss this great story. It arrived in my Inbox as a Google Alert this morning, since the park is mentioned at the very end.
But it's really all about Claus.
If you've been reading the HoliBlog for a while, you know about John, our marketing director.
He and I have an interesting relationship.
It's always interesting…
For example, the other evening I started up my car a bit before leaving so that it would warm up and the windshield defrost before it was time to head for home. John called me in my office, all distressed, to say someone had just driven off in my vehicle.
He's a laugh a minute.
So when I saw this little stocking stuffer on the shelf in a store, I couldn't resist.
Earlier this week, I stopped by his office. "Merry Christmas, John. A little token of my esteem. Oh, and I want a picture for the blog."
John happily jumped into action. Where's that tree? I need to pose in front of a Christmas tree!
Everything's a production with John. He charged back into an office closet and disappeared deep inside. Boxes fell. I think I heard a muffled scream.
Victorious, John emerged with a sad little, bent-up tree.
Patty giggled uncontrollably. "It's a Charlie Brown Christmas tree!"
After straightening out the branches and untangling the electrical cord (Andy added a few blank CDs for that classy touch), John was ready for his Christmas close-up.
And so what did I give John for Christmas?
A very traditional gift.
And a personalized back to the tin:
It's been two days. Funny, no reciprocal gift. Go figure.
A letter to Santa from 1949: