Wish Upon a Holiday Star

World's Oldest Santa Figurine Believed Found
By Jennifer Viegas
Mon Dec 14, 2009 09:15 AM ET

Archaeologists working in Akron, Ohio, claim to have found the world's oldest three-dimensional representation of Santa Claus.
Known as the "Blue Santa," the object was made circa 1884 by The American Marble & Toy Manufacturing Company, which burned to the ground in 1904. The figurine is 2.5 inches tall.

Project leader Brian Graham said, "It's a wishing Santa. You hold it in your hand and wish for the present you want for Christmas."

More... ~ http://news.discovery.com/human/worlds-oldest-santa-figurine-believed-found.html ~
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Wishes... in my corner of the blogging realm, Christmas wishes, holiday wishes, even New Moon wishes, as in astrology... yes, *wishes* have been the overall theme I’ve seen this holly jolly season.

Wednesday was the new moon, a time to start those new projects and I discover via astrologer, Deana Gast, that it’s an ideal time to make ten wishes for the coming month. I used to be a dreamy-eyed, wishing kind of gal. Wish upon a star and live your dreams, that was the motto of my soul. Not so much anymore. Life knocked it out of me, honestly.
Still, I did make those ten wishes.

More than previous years I’ve noticed folks are wishing, regardless of their personal holiday beliefs and traditions. Certainly, given our current economy and the world situation, why wouldn’t we all be wishing for better times? Not only concerned about ourselves and our loved ones, most of us are also wishing good things for our fellow human beings. I know I am.

Wishes... often that’s the ‘what if’ basis for our erotic romance stories. The fantasy of ‘what if’ can be based on a wish the heroine or hero makes. Or, it can simply be a *happily ever after* wish fulfilled.

For example, what if Santa popped down the chimney and he wasn’t a bowl full of jelly, but sexy as all get out, and he caught you in that new alluring red teddy... and well, he just had to have you beneath his suddenly standing tree. Yes, despite the fact, he’s supposed to be delivering all those presents around the globe. And, his package for you. Very inspiring, indeed. Or, is that hugely arousing? Okay, the tree lights flared brightly, then flashed out because the passion was so hot, there was a mighty surge of electricity. And then, there was that business of putting out the tree skirt fire... yep, the flames of lust, what can you do, but succumb? Oh, Santa baby!

Wishes... yep, they’re the ‘what if’ stuff of our hot explicit romance books.

And why not? Why not wish upon a holiday star...
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For holiday fun, my version of the famous poem penned by Clement Clarke Moore entitled, ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas, also known as A Visit from Saint Nicholas ~

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through my home
Only I was stirring, to pen my romance tome.
My best black silk stockings were hung, ready to wear,
In hopes, my miracle Santa stud would soon be here.

The pets are nestled all snug in their places,
With visions of holiday treats making them run dream races.
Their mamma has just slipped into her red lace teddy,
And is settling her brains to continue writing her fantasy.

When out on the lawn I hear such a loud clatter,
I spring up from my desk to see what is the matter.
Away to the window I trot in my boa-trimmed slippers
To take a peek through the curtains. Oh no, is that drunk Mrs. Kippers?

The full moon shines on icy slush, instead of new-fallen snow
Giving a natural spotlight to celebrating Mrs. Kippers below.
Yet, what to my wondering gaze does appear?
But an old-fashioned sleigh, and eight majestic reindeer.

With a Viking driver, so handsomely tall and magnificent,
I knew in a moment I must be dreaming this whole event.
More rapid than jets, his stags flew the midnight sky untamed,
His long mane blew wild as he shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! soar on Donner and Blitzen!
Fly to the top of each roof! Above the city walls!
Now race higher and faster! And sail over all!"

As autumn leaves that before the approaching blizzard fly,
When they meet with a whirlwind and spiral to the sky.
So up to my rooftop, the brown and white stags they flew,
With a sleigh full of glittering gifts, and Viking Santa too.

And then, after a blinking of my eyes, I heard on the roof
The precise landing, then the pawing of each jingle-belled hoof.
As I drew in my dreaming head, and spun around,
Down my fake chimney the Viking arrived, with an impressive bound.

He was splendidly dressed in red and faux fur, down to his boots,
And his garments remained perfect, despite all the ashes and soot.
A bundle of shiny presents he had flung behind his back,
And he looked like a romantic hero as he dashingly opened his pack.

His darkening eyes, how they naughtily twinkled! And at his dimples I gawk!
His features are sternly carved, reminding me of a beautiful proud hawk!
His full sexy mouth slowly turns upwards, a knowing grin,
As I continue to stare like a vixen at his strong virile chin.

With a saunter he approaches, making me weak in the knees.
His searing gaze travels the length of my body. And I freeze.
Without a word his powerful arm captures my pliant waist.
Crushing the lace against my skin, he has me tightly embraced.

Oh, how stalwart he feels, his muscles like hot heated ropes
And I sigh, then softly pant as I give free reign to my hopes.
His half-lidded gaze takes in my face, then settles on my parted lips
While his palms slide in a caress and boldly seize my hips.

“Oh, Santa,” I softly exhale, before his mouth claims mine in a torrid kiss.
“Wear those black silk stockings,” he rasps. “I promise bliss
When I return from leaving presents beneath every sparkling tree.”
After plundering my eager mouth with another kiss, he spins from me.

I hear him spring to his sleigh, to his stags give a fierce long shout,
Then, from my window I watch them depart like a meteor flaming out.
Still, I hear him exclaim, as he disappears from my sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to my gorgeous woman, leave on the light!"
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Wish Upon on a Holiday Star...
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

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