See…we did this, told beautiful and magnificent stories of Santa. In fact, I wrote an origin tale about Santa Claus that even involves the Baby. I tromped around on rooftops, and I walked on the carpet in ashes to leave boot prints…
…and the coup de gras? I told the kids that some parents understood that Santa had such a big job that they wanted to help share the burden of reaching all children to give gifts so they themselves took on the mantle of the jolly fat man…and in essence did indeed become Santa Claus.
I loved those days…every magical miracle moment. I stayed up all night long setting up race tracks and laying out Polly Pockets.
My dear friend and brother John writes about this so well, so eloquently…please head over and enjoy.
I have been a little lax in the quality this Zodiac Fact speaks of.
Just because I have found my destined homeland doesn’t mean that every one there is acting with good intent. I have wrongly and too quickly assumed that all mean well…and have discovered that fear, anxiety and jealousy still drive some.
I must be more wary without being distant and removed.
So long ago and far away
e’en though the miles are under one
and echo still in wonderment
we trimmed a tree with love and grace
and feasted on such shining face
that echoed 4 in that bright place…
and in my heart I live there still
and see the shine and smell the green
and on those wings I rise and thrill
above these deserts low and mean
while angels gather near the earth
and I wait for the Baby’s birth
and understand this thing…at last
I am here to see the sights
and feel the joy and hear the song
I’m here at last…it was sooo long
and who can say what’s best, and true
to be locked up and yet have you
or be bereft of everyone
and have the birth of me be done?