Friday, November 23, 2007

Is a Picture Really Worth a Thousand Words?

Well, here it is ... A Picture ...


So tell me in less than a thousand words what you see here. There will be some kind of third-rate prize (heavy emphasis on third rate) for the winner, which could be the funniest, most accurate, oddest, or maybe just my favorite description. So give me your best shot. Click on the phots if you feel the need to enlarge it. From one word to a thousand, What do you see, and what comes to your mind when look at this picture?
Winner and my description will be posted sometime tomorrow, so you better hurry.

22 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

"The love that dare not be named showed itself only once a year."

Monnik said...

Keith looked around furtively before entering the long line of parents and sticky, misbehaving children. He wished he'd have brought his nephew along as a reason to approach Santa.

Dr. Langstrom had told Keith that this wasn't a natural fantasy, and that he couldn't keep doing this. He knew as the line progressed and each child in front of him had their turn on Santa's lap that he should walk away. And yet... he was powerless.

At last it was his turn to walk across the polyester-snow covered stage to Santa. Their eyes met. Keith didn't see the puzzled expression on Santa's face. All he saw was the invitation to sit on his lap...

Monnik said...

BTW, I couldn't enlarge the pic. :(

Travis Erwin said...

Charles - Very poetic. Thanks for jumping right in.

Monnik - Great detail, You made me laugh. At one time I knew how to post a picture where a person could click it to enlarge. Apparently I've forgotten, so this is as god as it gets.

Anonymous said...

To me it is beautiful. How is Santa to shame a man from his time to shine. Santa did not become a Saint for begrudging a man with a child-like love. Who knows maybe the world would be a brighter place if we all went and sat on Santa's lap. Tis the season to be Jolly.

Merry Jelinek said...

Okay, Travis, you asked for it:

I’ve finally done it! Nearly forty years and countless dollars in my therapists’ pocket, but I’ve finally beaten my fear of the fat man.

Other children on my block were afraid of clowns which didn’t seem nearly so devastating. Who really minded being shut out of cheesy balloon animals? But not me, that red suit, big black boots, the beard that most sinisterly covered what must be the coldest of souls... trees with pretty baubles made me tremble with the thought that this nefarious beast would soon slither in through our chimney under the ruse of leaving presents... I wasn’t fooled. I spent my boyhood plotting a course to keep my na├»ve family safe, though the bear trap in the fireplace accidentally caught dear old pappy and I was sent to reform school for the duration, still I knew it was the fat man who was to blame.

Adulthood didn’t cure the malady of santaphobia, a term my first therapist coined and then made a fortune off of on the lecture circuit. I was able to avoid him, mostly, staying clear of shopping centers and turning off the television from Halloween through New Years... there was the one with the bell and bucket in front of the piggly wiggly, smelling of scotch and taunting me with his eyes – but that truck was going far too fast and no one really saw me nudge him clear enough for the charges to stick.

But then, with my own children, the fear grew at a rapid pace and my wife would not abide leaving Santa out if the equation in favor of the present toting squirrel... Squirrels are not nearly so imposing and they never wear boots...

But now I’ve finally made it. Faced me fear and sat down on his lap. I can even smile, knowing I’ve beaten him, heh, and that he doesn’t know what I’ve put in his eggnog.

angel, jr. said...

Christmas makes the heart grow younger!

Bernita said...

"Maybe now, he's get his very own train set..."

Travis Erwin said...

Anon - Child-like is a apt descript for the man on Santa's lap.

Merry- Wow, that is a complete story in short time. Love the ending.

angel - Why yes it does, just look at the youthful gleam in that Santa's eyes.

Bernita- Trains? He prefers working model airplanes. But not a bad guess.

No one has pointed out an important fact yet.

alternatefish said...

Just imagine what he'll look like when he grows up...


p.s. why is there a floppy disk in the wreath?

Ello said...

"I saw daddy kissing Santa Claus,
underneath the mistletoe last night.
And I saw daddy tickle Santa Claus,
underneath his beard so snowy white!
Oh what a laugh it would have been
if Mommy had only seen,
Daddy kissing Santa Clause last night!"

Travis Erwin said...

Fish- that is a birdhouse. I don't know why it is so shiny in the pic.

Ello- Cute, but I don't think that Santa would have gone for it.

Jason said...

Travis thought he was going to be very clever last Christmas at the office holiday party. He thought he'd suit up fully as Santa and get his wish with all the cute girls he worked with...his wish of them sitting on his lap, freely giving out kisses on the cheek. However, he never thought it through. Bob had just enough party eggnog to plop on down on Santa's lap.

CamiKaos said...

Go on, I double dog dare you.

david santos said...

Very nice picture, thank you and have a good weekend

Shauna said...

Santa conducting a job interview. He was looking for a new 'Santa's Helper.'

mielikki said...

"Is that an Elf in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?"

inherwritemind1 said...

"Boys never outgrow the need for new toys."

Appletini said...

I think it's absolutely adorable! More adults should sit on Santa's lap...maybe it would help them bring more joy into this world ;)

Church Lady said...

Will ya' look at that?

Huh?

Over there. Elfin cleavage.

(hahahaha)

Let's get those knockers under some mistletoe.

(hahahahahaa)

And look at that redhead! Santa has a special present for her. Heh heh.

Isn't that your sister?

No...What?

It is! Santa's sister. Heh heh.

You can get off my lap now.


(okay, you said weird was okay!)

Penelope said...

"If you can't fix it . . . you gotta stand it."

Happy Holidays

-- P

AaroN said...

I know I'm late on the comment (behind on the blogroll) but I'll guess it's you dressed up as Santa and your old man sitting in your lap?

Now, I'll have to patiently wait while I see what the real situation was...