While Philippe and I were out shopping last weekend, we spotted one of those trains that run on a little track underneath the Christmas tree. We have actually seen them for the past few seasons, and I’ve put in my plea for one each year. I honestly thought my dream was going to come true on this recent shopping visit, but then Philippe remarked that the color was a bit too drab. This was actually true as it was a train meant to look like the actual train from The Polar Express movie. That whole movie was a bit dark and drab in look, though still enjoyable. I considered spray-painting it to something more festive, but knew I’d never find the time to do so. So, we simply left train-less and my dream remains a dream. This happens a lot during this season, but it’s probably for the best in the end. To be honest, I’ve no idea why I’ve become so transfixed on having one of these. It’s not even a childhood memory as I’ve never had one under the tree. But, that’s the fun part about my inner child. It’s not always based on memories, but simply impulses. And one day, I shall have my magical train.
In truth, our tree is practically drooping with ornaments as it is, so perhaps things have already gotten out of control. I attempted to buy another ornament this weekend, but Philippe assured me, pleading actually, that we had enough. Instead, I opted for one of those little Santa figures. They come rather large, but I just wanted one of the ones that stand about a foot tall. We were at a discount store, so I knew I could find one for practically nothing at all. After looking at several, I paused on a Santa that looked insanely merry. Drunk actually. His eyes had been painted a bit too quickly and were pointing in different directions. I adore him at once! I showed Philippe, and he smiled, not really approving, but that was enough for me. Just as I was about to make my choice, however, I saw another Santa on skis, dressed in gray flannel and plaid with gold glasses. His eyes were painted in the same haphazard fashion, but the glasses added even more personality to the wild gaze. Turning him around I realized he was slightly squatting and had been given an enormous rump. Rather than the large tummy, normally associated with St. Nick, this effigy was sporting the world’s largest yoga butt. My love for the first Santa quickly faded and was transferred to this new amazing find. He’s currently sitting on the cabinet, smiling and looking at me, or well, looking at everything in the room at once really.
We don’t have one of those large suburban houses with a basement, so our storage space is rather limited. This is probably a good thing as I’m quite sure that basement would be filled to the ceiling with holiday decorations that would take us hours to recreate and dispose of each year. As it stands, though the tree trimming takes a bit of time, everything still fits neatly in a closet. Since the big butt Santa looks more wintery than specific to Christmas, he’ll probably stay up throughout the winter. I mean, he is skiing after all, and I’m rather sure Santa doesn’t have time to do that until after the holidays are over. In truth, it’s a sad day when the decorations have to leave us. I never want these moments to end. We once had a polar bear head that stayed up all year long, but that’s simply because we’d grown used to him and neither of us realized the oversight until Halloween. By then it just seemed silly to swap him out for a couple weeks. And though it seems like we have everything we need, there’s always something more magical to add to the mix. Kind of like art supplies. So, one day, I’m bound and determined that I’ll finally have that train under the tree.
About the Doodlewash
Da Vinci Paint Co.: Aureolin, Vermilion, Quinacridone Red, Leaf Green,and Indigo. Lamy Al-Star Safari Fountain Pen with black ink in an A5 Hahnemühle Watercolour Book. Want to purchase a print of this doodlewash? Send me a note with a link to this post, and I’ll add it to my shop!