Santa Claus


When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Just as the poem says, early this Christmas morning I really did hear a clatter on my roof and I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.

There he was on my chimney, replete with a white-trimmed red cap. I’m not making this up — I took a picture. 

The truth is out: Santa Claus is a Pileated Woodpecker.

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7 Responses to Santa Claus

  1. Joan Jordan says:

    ..and a tummy like a bowl full of jelly, too, Alistair. Merry Christmas to you and Dorothy!
    Love, love your blog!!

  2. Merry Christmas to you and yours and the woodpecker that greeted you today.
    Happy New Year as well!

  3. Claire says:

    I suppose that’s a more plausible explanation than the reindeer.

  4. Irene McIlwaine. says:

    How lovely. Thank you fear sharing.

  5. Pamella says:

    Ah yes. Birds always make the best Christmas miracles.

  6. Tina says:

    You make my day!
    I hope our pileated announces him/ herself on January 2 Audubon CBC here north of Spokane.

    I am going to beg once again for permission to use your words and photo
    for our 2017 Christmas card.
    Did you receive my 2016 card yet?

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