It was printed in either Woman's Day or Family Circle it was about Mrs. Claus and I have this much of it....
Everyone knows how Santa Claus looks you've seen his picture in your picture books.You've heard the story of the North Pole near. Of his sled and sleigh and eight reindeer.
But did you ever before in you life know that Santa Claus has a wife? Well he does.........
The rest I don't remember. Could someone please help title, author... anything would be helpful. Thanks!
2006-10-30 06:35:22 · 2 answers · asked by butterflydawn1974 1 in Society & Culture ➔ Holidays ➔ Other - Holidays
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2006-10-30 06:46:37 · answer #1 · answered by Kaydee 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
hope this is the one you were looking for...
by LA Family Magazine
The Great Mrs. Claus is a delightful holiday love poem written about Santa’s better but lesser known half and is an excerpt from a larger work being prepared for publication.
Written by Chris & Suzanne Shoemaker, Family Magazine Group columnists and a real life couple, The Great Mrs. Claus draws upon the Shoemaker’s 23-year tradition of playing the inspirational couple with their three children in the United States and abroad. We hope you enjoy this poem’s sense of play and romance, and a legendary couple’s timeless devotion to what really matters – love.
The Great Mrs. Claus
Most fabled and storied is Santa ‘s life, But few details are known about his wife.
Of this modern age, she’s in the Christmas Who’s Who, It’s her time to shine, kudos long overdue.
Her given name flows from your lips like a breeze, You’ll smile as you whisper, “Miss Suzie McEase.”
But as Santa’s companion, she’s much better known, As the great ‘Mrs. Claus,’ a wife fit for a thrown.
She’s not queen-like or snooty, her nose high in the air, But to treat her as common as dirt...‘Don’t you dare!’
As a wee little girl, she won a beauty contest, She writes poems in her journal, her rhymes are the best.
Her complexion is fair, her mood quirky yet sunny, She once turned down a king, choosing love over money.
You’ve heard her name often, you might not know her manner, She’s in charge of the Pole, she’s the ultimate planner.
Her personality sparkles, her edges aren’t rough, She’s resourceful and funny, yet if pushed around - tough.
With a head on her shoulders, and a free-falling hairstyle, She’s the most patient listener, her quaint charm will beguile.
Her eyes so bright, gleam with action and youth, They twinkle and know the clear color of truth.
It’s rumored her smile melts the polar ice caps, It’s FACT that she won Santa’s heart with “Perhaps...”
She sews and she cleans and runs all the machines, And she keeps Elves in line, whatever the means.
She’ll hum a long tune, and whip up a grand meal, But when the chips are down, she’s strong as steel.
She’s pleasantly plump, but one wouldn’t say “Fatty,” Her infectious laugh, makes a shy church mouse chatty.
Her most powerful skill, is with Math and numbers, She adds with closed eyes, counting sheep when she slumbers.
Dolls are her passion, she’s built quite a collection, She makes these fine treasures, with love and perfection.
Nearly flawless in her nature, she leads the pack, But a personal tick prompts some elves to chat.
She’ll complete Santa’s sentence, before he’s all done, Clarify his old joke, or improve upon his pun.
When she speaks of their past, and tells “Santa Claus Stories,” She’ll embellish the truth, just a tad without worries.
But there’s a seldom-heard event, long swept under the mat, And if Santa knew you knew it, he’d blow his red hat.
Mrs. Claus tells this story (well that’s how I know), Right before the worst storm, called “The Black Arctic Snow.”
Then Santa was young, a nameless elf starting out, His fame hadn’t spread, but his good deeds earned him clout.
A wrinkleless Miss Suzie, a talented seamstress, Lived alone near the village, sewing many a dress.
Santa greatly misjudged the long time it would take, Making toys, wrapping presents for each good child’s sake.
When The Black Arctic Snow hit, Santa rushed through his work, Inexperienced as he was, his plan went berserk.
For when he bent over, to load up his empty sleigh, His suit split wide open…he overate the buffet.
Through the bottom, down the back, the suit’s seams didn’t hold, He scampered to his lodge, to his Elf friend he told,
“Please help me right now, before I run out of time, You must find me a seamstress, to the highest hill climb!”
The Elf braved the black blizzard, nearly freezing to death, Till he found Suzie McEase, on his last frozen breath.
She reached Santa at Midnight, before it was too late, With undelivered gifts, he was in a frantic state.
She said, “A real Santa’s Suit, will lend you some power, You must stop pacing the floor, I’ll need nearly an hour.”
Like destiny, fate or the rays from the sun, He knew in that instant, that she was the one.
As she drew Santa closer, to measure his collar, He gazed into her eyes, as his heart yearned to holler,
“It’s true love at first sight, will you marry me Miss McEase?, We’ll live happily ever after, as one if you please?
She saw Santa staring and was taken aback, Which then caught him off guard, like a train off its track.
So embarrassed and flustered, he then lowered his head, His rosy cheeks blushed, a red redder than red.
She cut cloth and clipped, she sewed seams and snipped, Santa tried to impress her, all tongue tied he tripped,
Falling flat on the floor, face down and spread- eagled, He was out stone cold, not a single finger wiggled.
The Elf and Miss Suzie, stood astonished at first, Smelling salts didn’t help, Christmas was cursed!
As the last resort, though her chances were bleak, Suzie kneeled to the floor, she kissed Santa’s cheek.
In a flash she left behind, her well-ordered life, She never dreamed she’d be, a Jolly Elf’s wife.
At that moment she fell in love with the Claus, The World bent its axis, its spin took a pause.
The Black Artic Snow stopped howling, lost its force, Santa’s eyes opened wide, he stood up, back on course.
Without hesitation, he threw on his new suit, Finished loading his sleigh, pulled on his last boot.
He turned to Miss Suzie, and said “Thank you, you’re Great.” When I’m back in the morning, could we make a date?”
She politely let, eleven seconds elapse, Intending a “Yes!,” she coyly answered “Perhaps.”
Santa blazed from the Pole, like a shooting North Star, Polar Bears and Penguins saw his love from afar.
A Wedding Ceremony, all the North Pole would see. A “Mrs. Claus To Be,” planned her bridal gown with glee,
Santa circled the globe, an extra lap on that night, He flew in record time, a most historic flight.
Now this top-secret story, you’re encouraged to keep, Is known by all elves, so rest easy, sleep deep.
A few things have changed, due to Mrs. Claus’ say, Now marked on her calendar, hard workdays are play.
Santa’s suits are tailored, under her careful eye, She watches what he eats, he’s a healthier guy.
Santa won’t leave the Pole, it’s one of the laws, Till his cheek gets kissed, from the Great Mrs. Claus.
Mrs. Claus shares some wisdom, to all couples courting, She poses this logic, with a kind-hearted warning,
“If the question is whether you’re ‘in love’ or ‘ hitched,’ Or simply ‘together,’ with your sweetheart, ‘Don’t switch!’”
“During the time that it takes you, to figure it out, Love’s awesome power, eliminates all doubt.”
Like two turtle doves cooing in the pine tree above, Mrs. Claus tells the story, of their never-ending love.
A compassionate woman, most devoted wife, An independent thinker, she’s led quite a life.
Just as kids make a list, with high hopes for the season, The Great Mrs. Claus loves her man beyond reason.
Gather close all your loved ones, this festive time of year, Raise a glass, make a toast, to a life full of cheer!
Copyright © 2005 by Acts of Creation All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form.
©2006 Los Angeles Family Magazine
2006-10-30 14:46:32 · answer #2 · answered by ncbound 5 · 0⤊ 0⤋