Santa is missing...!

Yes, he really is but before everyone starts to panic and wonder how they are going to break the news about Christmas being cancelled perhaps I should clarify. THE Santa is fine and merrily working toward tomorrow's deadline (as far as I know), it is my Santa that has gone missing and I am feeling very sad...

Let me tell you about my Santa. When I was born both Mum and I were kept in hospital for quite a while, finally being discharged on Christmas Eve. Mum insisted that as I was home for Christmas I had to have decorations so she and Dad dashed to the shops to see what they could get - not very much so Mum tells me. Their prize find was a 10-inch cardboard Santa. MY SANTA.

Every year Santa has been unpacked and placed in a position of honour and then after the holidays carefully packed away again. He has survived numerous house moves and even my childish enthusiasm to brighten him up (I must have been about seven at the time) by liberally covering him in various colours of glitter. Luckily, very little stuck.

This year we had workmen in to change the windows and DH had a massive clearout. Concerned that Santa would be included in this I decided to put him somewhere safe. The safest place I could think of was my current scrapbook which also gave me the idea to come up with a page to scrap that Santa could be attached to - thought it was time he was allowed to retire. However, when I went searching for him yesterday he wasn't there...

I don't remember moving him, I can't find him tucked in any other scrap albums, he is not in any of my totes - tomorrow I think I am going to have another blitz and go through everything again...

In the mean time, I know it is short notice but.............

Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl this year and would be ever so grateful if you could help me find my Santa.
Love Toni xx (mince pies and carrots will be in the usual place)