This is my favourite Santa. I painted him many years ago and gave him to my mom. She hung him up for a lot of Christmases. When she died, somehow I got him back with little effort on my part. He was a gift and I didn’t expect he’d ever come back to me. But I’m glad he did.
I love the softness about him, and the impossible floaty star-shaped balloons. And the fact that he might not even be wearing pants or boots under that too-long dragging coat, for all we know.
Most of all I love the warm happy feeling I get when I see him and remember my mother. Maybe he made her think of me too.
It’s just a funny little old Santa who surprised me by turning in to my best Christmas treasure.