“Of course there is a Santa Claus.
It’s just that no single somebody could do all he has to do.
So the Lord has spread the task among us all.
That’s why everybody is Santa Claus.
I am.
You are.”
Truman Capote, One Christmas
(the local Atlanta Channel 2 news Santa tracker report)
During the local new’s weather segment, Santa appears on a television in the house
of children across the land. He tells all the little boys and girls that he’s on his way…
and suddenly little people start losing their minds.
They don’t really know why they’re losing their minds…it just seems to be
the seasonal thing to do.
(The Mayor seeing Santa on the televison
(The Sheriff shares his sister’s enthusiasm)
And of course, there are always some who don’t lose their minds but rather think
their ‘parents’ have lost their minds by dressing them in a Christmas sweater.
(Percy not a fan of his sweater)
And here is the image of the aftermath…the moment the air, the energy and
the enthusiasm has left the room…
All having left once Santa came and went…
Gone and departed once the packages were shredded open…
Removed along with the boxes and paper now filling the recycle bin,
Swallowed and digested with the final morsels of savored Christmas foods.
Pure exhaustion…
(moppie and her posse / Julie Cook / 2019)
I could write something philosophical or even offer a psychological treatise about
the evils regarding Santa and children…the evils of secular Christmas vs religious Christmas,
the evils of the hypnosis of our commercial and materialistic world…
but I don’t want to do that…
Rather, I want to relish in what is now the memory of a Christmas that just was.
As a grandmother, I know that such moments are more fleeting on my end but seemingly
everlasting on their young end.
I’m simply going to savor this moment, this time given to me as a gift.
God’s gift to me.
I do so while thanking Him for the universal gift He gave to all mankind…
that of his only begotten Son…
Children and Christmas are certainly a magical combination…
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above,
coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.
James 1:17
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