Love my Santa with wings 🪽🎅

Gotta love AI. You may have seen these Christmas photo shoots popping up all over your Facebook feed, so I thought I’d give it a try too—just for a little fun and a smile for my heart. 

Ricky had a beard our entire 33 years together. Over time it turned more gray—and so did his hair. We used to joke that when he retired, all he’d need to do was grow that beard out just a little longer and he could play Santa.

Well… tell God your plans and He’ll say, “Hmm… okay… not happening like that.”

So here we are—Miss Claus turned Mrs. Claus (the fun short dress, of course ) with Santa, thanks to a little AI magic.

I know he would’ve gotten a kick out of it.

The first photo is all fun—and I know he would’ve loved it. The second one? That’s just more me. and I would have played a perfect Mrs. Claus with all the goodies for the kiddos.

Grief is heavy, but sometimes joy sneaks in through laughter, memories, and imagining the “what ifs.”Today, I’m choosing to smile and love my Santa with wings. Love you forever, honey.

The last picture is the one I uploaded into chatgpt to get our "me and Santa" image.