By Santa Georgio
Come, Meet and Learn with Lone Star Santas® from All Over Texas,
and beyond At Lone Star Santas Roundup 2020
Lone Star Santas Annual Round Up is held each year to help all of us who convey
Christmas to learn, have fun, share experiences, and make friends for years to come.
Folks from all over the world are invited to join us in Grapevine, The Christmas Capital of Texas at the beautiful Embassy Suites Hotel from March 6 - 8, 2020.
The 2020 theme is "Conveying Christmas in a Changing World". We will be exploring how we can best adapt to the challenges change creates for all of us.
A great line up of informative and educational presentations is being planned, as well as a wide variety of exhibitors.
EARLY BIRD REGISTRATION
We are offering a special Early Bird Registration of $157 per person, if you register before
January 31, 2020. After that date, the registration will be $183 per person.
So, if you can, register before January 31, 2020 and Save! Use this link to register safely and securely: https://mp.gg/90e3h
Many other conferences, educational workshops and events charge much more and this years Lone Star Santas Round Up committee
is working hard to create a very educational and entertaining program, with some notable speakers.
HOTEL RESERVATIONS SPECIAL LINK
Your Lone Star Santas Roundup 2020 stay at the Embassy Suites Hotel includes a spacious and comfortable suite, a hot made-to-order breakfast each day of your stay, free parking and Airport Shuttle service to nearby Dallas Fort Worth Airport. You can stay for up to three days before and after Roundup, if you would like to visit and explore the area.
To reserve your hotel rooms at the 2020 Roundup Special Rate please use this secure link:
If you come to only one event on 2020, make it Lone Star Santas Roundup!.
If you have questions, please email Santa George Campbell at NorthTexasSanta@gmail.com
By Santa Trever
Saturday August 3, 2019
Santa Ernie’s house
8 Creekwood Ln SW
Lakewood, WA 98499
There will be a gas grill available for you to cook hamburgers and hot dogs that you bring.
Please bring your own meat, bread and a dish to share.
The following items will be provided: paper plates, cups, plastic ware, ketchup, mustard, relish,
lettuce, tomatoes, salt, pepper, water, soda and unsweetened ice tea.
Please bring your own lawn chairs and if you like wading…we have a creek for you. You will need water shoes and towels.
Santa Ernie will be out front helping to park cars. We can get quite a few in the driveway and the overflow in a neighbor's (#12) driveway. We will be in the back yard and side yard (behind the garage). Come through the house or walk around when you get here.
Shopping is available in Lakewood at:
The Lakewood Costume Shop
5932 Lake Grove St SW
The B & I Shopping Center
8012 S Tacoma Way
Directions: from I-5 take the Gravelly Lake Drive exit #124 and head west
Take the second right turn at Nyanza Rd.
Turn right at 116th St SW (last turn before traffic signal)
Take the first right at Woodbine Ln SW
Take the first left at 118th St SW
This street becomes Creekwood Ln SW
We are at the end at #8 on the left. The number is on the mailbox and post and front door.
By Mervyn The Hired Hand
My mother’s father was a wiry old cuss, more elf than Santa but for one thing: he was a story teller. I guess he had to be, raising ten kids on an old dairy farm in the rocky hillsides of middle upstate New York during the Great Depression. He had an amazing ability to sit down with children and spin a bedtime story out of thin air on the spur of the moment, sometimes starting with something mundane that had happened the same day, but never telling the same story twice. We kids were spellbound as we listened quietly—probably the only quiet time during the day—to Granddad tell his bedtime tales. Ah, what I would give for a book of those stories today!
This was no sentimental softy charming the children. He had a grip of iron when he squeezed your knee, and his word was law when settling squabbles. He had been a lumberjack, a plumber, a furniture re-upholsterer, and eventually a dairy farmer to feed his kids while others stood in bread lines. Skinny as a rail and tough as nails, none of my larger uncles would stand up to him. But he had a soft spot for kids, and an imagination to rival Mother Goose.
He also had an old red dog named Fritz. Nobody knew what kind of dog Fritz was, but he was about the size of a border collie, covered head to toe with long rusty red hair, and his tail held up like a flag. This was a farm dog: twice a day Granddad would make a small hand motion telling Fritz to go get the cows. That sleepy red dog would suddenly tear out of the yard like a tornado, streaking down the hill, across the creek and up through a distant pasture. A half hour later, he’d bring 60 dairy cows slowly into the barn for milking. Fritz was an amazing dog, quick to find the cows, but never rushing them to the barn, so they never lost their milk. And he never left one out to pasture, bringing in every stray.
One cold, stormy Christmas Eve, Granddad told a bedtime story about his forgetting the cows had been shut in the barn all day due to the weather, and sending Fritz out to bring them in for milking by mistake. Fritz was off like a flash, skidding around the corner of the barn to find the cows. He was gone an unusually long time.
After awhile, Granddad remembered the cows were still in the barn. He began to wonder what was taking Fritz so long to figure it out and started milking, when suddenly there was a loud commotion at the barn door, which remained open about a foot. Granddad looked up to find a mob of every goose, chicken and barn cat on the farm squeezing through the door opening, carefully herded by that red dog Fritz.
Not finding any cows in the pasture, Fritz had done the best he could, bringing everything else he could find into the barn. Apparently Fritz had a rather strong herding instinct, and wanted everyone to be included. We kids all laughed and marveled at this story of the red dog with a determined but gentle Christmas spirit. Then we went quietly to bed.