Trolley Square and the Mall: 1996

During the long hours Mick was Father Christmas at Trolley Square, I was given a room where I could work on my beloved scrapbooks.

I had not yet caught the "Mrs. Santa" virus but I went with Santa. I often went out to watch him work his magic.

He had a wonderful cane and robe for when he did Father Christmas.

When Santa worked the mall, he rode in on his recumbent bicycle. He had fixed antlers out of tinker toys and put a red nose on the bike. He was quite a site.

I couldn't get used to waking up at night, looking over and seeing Santa sleeping in my bed. Where was my husband? I really had mixed feelings about this whole matter.

Mrs. Claus