In one hand, he holds the Wright Brothers’ plane; across his shoulder, the Cape Hatteras lighthouse gleams in miniature. A dogwood flower adorns his cloak, and a cardinal perches near his ear, whispering the old stories of this place…the ones written in red clay and tobacco dust.
This Santa isn’t from the North Pole. He’s from around here. His bag holds O. Henry tales, barbecue smoke, and the stubborn kindness of Southern winters.
The Spirit of Local Legend blesses hometowns that refuse to fade. Keep him near your entryway or hearth, he’ll watch over your traditions with a wink and a drawl.
(9.5"x7.5")
In one hand, he holds the Wright Brothers’ plane; across his shoulder, the Cape Hatteras lighthouse gleams in miniature. A dogwood flower adorns his cloak, and a cardinal perches near his ear, whispering the old stories of this place…the ones written in red clay and tobacco dust.
This Santa isn’t from the North Pole. He’s from around here. His bag holds O. Henry tales, barbecue smoke, and the stubborn kindness of Southern winters.
The Spirit of Local Legend blesses hometowns that refuse to fade. Keep him near your entryway or hearth, he’ll watch over your traditions with a wink and a drawl.
(9.5"x7.5")