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Tucson Christmas Folklore, Or Should That Be Coke Lore?   9 comments

Coke SantaCoke Santa, by commercial illustrator Haddon Sundblom (image may be subject to copyright)

Chicago commercial illustrator, Haddon Sundblom didn’t create the modern version of Santa Claus, but in 1931 Coke hired him to do a series of Santa’s (inspired in large part by Clement Clark Moore’s 1822 poem “A Visit from St. Nicholas”) that over time have become some of the most popular images of the jolly old man. From 1931 to 1966, Sundblom created 40 Santa Claus paintings for Coca-Cola, and since Sundblom wintered in Tucson at the Westward Look Resort, the story goes that many of these painting were created here in Tucson. Click here to read more about the Santa image that many of us grow up with was born, in part, here in Tucson.

Now that it’s the day after Christmas, I share the following — might this be your house?


‘Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house
All the fam’ly was sleeping, yes, even my spouse.
The stockings were tossed by the chimney with flair
Some turned inside out, to make sure nothing’s there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
Nintendo DSes tucked under their heads;
And I in my bathrobe, MacBook on my lap,
Was happy to know there were no gifts to wrap.

When out from the kitchen there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
I waded my way ‘cross a floor filled with trash
To a kitchen heaped high from our Christmas Eve bash.

The sun through the window, it gave quite a glow:
(Los Angeles Christmas: We never have snow),
It shone on the remains of the Christmas day cheer,
The leftover cheese ball, the dregs of the beer.
The un-put-away brownies as hard as a fossil,
And o’er on the stove, it shone down on the wassail.

. . . read more of this poem by Janet Batchler.


Santa Claus Katelyn, 2005   1 comment

Christmas '0523 Katelyn art blogTwo-Year Old Katelyn, Christmas ’05 — Image by kenne

The Eyes Tell You

Little girls have a mysterious power,
But not all can feel it – when she does,
You can see it in her eyes.

As she matures, she is driven
To climb the tower of perfection,
Always resisting her own indifference.

Her enigmatic power is needed
To stir the artist inside,
To triumph over the unenlightened.

In her own way, she will find something new,
Something never before encountered
Placing art in a world void of feeling.

Inventive, she will act,
Sometimes seeking out failure
In order to turn it into a triumph.

Once her power is transformed
By the magical virtue of art,
Loving and understanding becomes simpler.

— kenne

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