He might prefer the sunny climes of Southern California (where I photographed him and his brethren in November.)
Or he might want us to contemplate where all the stuff ends up that he annually delivers – the flea market.
Or he is simply an old man with a beard, no longer able to keep up with these times, sweat on his brow.
(Then again, there were other old men with beards who were ahead of their times – the treetop angel is reading one of their books…)
Or maybe Santa got delayed by doing what he does best: providing some joy for the younger set, ignorant of consumer culture.
And if he doesn’t show, there will be other visitors, in a few days’ span.
Here is some rarely played Christmas music bei Liszt. More contemplative than merry, but that seems appropriate right now.
Martha Ullman West
Merry Christmas Friderike
And thank you for all the posts. You are as faithful as Santa in making your rounds! And it’s nice to know that Santa has a little Liszt!