2820 Selwyn Av Charlotte NC 28209
Santa Clause is Coming to Town
I remember as a child not being able to fall asleep with just the thought of what might be left under the tree the next morning. I loved snuggling my little guy (and still do even if he is bigger than me) into bed every Christmas Eve and him just chatting about the next morning when Santa would have come to see him. Certain smells like oranges and cinnamon take me back to Christmas years ago and the thoughts of Christmases when I was a child. I love when that memory comes along, shakes me and says “REMEMBER”! Those feelings that wrap around you like a warm blanket.
If your my age you might remember the plastic holiday pins ladies wore on their shirts that had a plastic bell on a little string that you would pull and Santa would pop up out of a chimney. I had forgotten about these until an elderly lady, in a wheel chair behind me in the check out line, engaged me in conversation and I noticed the little plastic pin on her shirt from the early 80’s. My grandmother had worn those and I had to pull it, she laughed.
I have my grandmothers plastic silver ball that chirps like a bird that she had in her Christmas tree. I remember hearing that little bird all season long chirping away in the tree. While it is vintage and doesn’t chirp as loud or as clear as it once did, I love it.
Remember those old coke commercials? (insert bad singing voice) “I’d like to buy the world a coke and keep it company….” Gosh, why want they use those old commercials? (My child would hate it because I would sing to them, sigh teens.) They stir something inside of me.
I have to admit that I do save and watch Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer every single year….along with Charlie Brown and Frosty…….They transport me back to being 6 yrs old sitting, crisscross applesauce, with cousins in front of that vintage box tv wide eyed at the thought that “the Bumble may be outside.”
I get ask so often ” Why did you leave the chair to do photography?” Photography moves me, it stirs something inside when I capture that moment in time that is now forever saved not only in our minds but on film.
This year I worked with a new Santa that I am sure would tell you that Christmas is not about him but about a baby, named Jesus. I enjoyed working with him and adored his prospective. When we met I invited him to my barn for some quick pics before our seasons got going. I have to laugh because I hear this a good bit. He told me ” I wasn’t to sure about those images in your barn being any good, it was so dark, BUT when I I saw them….wow!” Sometimes things aren’t always what they seem at first.
Merry Christmas ~B NicCole
My family 1977……It’s these type images that someone caught years ago that I am so thankful for.