Maybe eight or so years ago, Tim and I had a storage shed broken into and a bunch of our stuff was stolen. Crappy. I hate theft. One thing that I immediately was heartbroken over was a collection of Christmas stuff. When I was pretty young, my aunt Barbara started taking my sister and I to Nordstrom's (or somewhere like that, I can't remember exactly) to buy a Christmas-from-around-the-world Santa. Over the next many years, we added to our collection. I loved it. Then they were taken and probably tossed and broken. Sad. Yesterday my sweet mama gave me these she found!!!!! I am pretty excited. They're not exactly the same but it doesn't really matter. I just love them and I'm excited that I get to remember my childhood Christmases.