Seashore Santa was crafted many years ago by an artist in Virginia Beach.
I fell in love with him at first sight. Winter on the beach here is rarely very wintery. We have lots of bits and pieces wash up daily, and this Santa looks as though he’s just been for a walk on the beach, collecting bits of fishing net, shell, coral, starfish, rope, and even a companion sea gull.
It is often warm enough here for walks on the beach right through the winter, and many happy hours are spent looking for treasures the sea brings in with each tide. Often the nicest shells wash up in winter, and those fortunate enough to live near the beach cherish these days of quiet and solitude by the sea.
Only locals wander the sandy miles of oceanfront, where the only sounds are the roar of waves and call of the sea birds on the wind. Bright sun glints off of the water and the dried beach grasses, while creamy foam often washes onto the beach from the tops of wind whipped breakers.
Even here in Williamsburg, we enjoy the beaches along our rivers year round. Neighbors are fishing along the creeks and the rivers on all but the coldest, wettest days. The marinas stay open as boaters come and go. There are always joggers and walkers braving the weather for a bit of time along the river, breathing the fresh air, and seeing what fresh treasures might be found.
This Santa speaks to the essence of the spirit of giving. He has collected what he can so that he might fashion it into something useful which will bring joy to another. This is always the nature of the old Santas. Whether gathering the fruits of the forest; making wooden toys; patching together a quilt; baking nuts and fruit into a special cake; or spinning wool to knit and weave; real Christmas comes from the hands of love and the heart of caring.
You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
All Photos by Woodland Gnome 2013