Here it is Christmas Eve, and I know you are busy on your rounds. Last I heard you were just leaving the Sandwich Islands, but that was an hour or so back. Anyway, it is the traditional time for writing letters to Santa, although the old story says that the letter is supposed to be tossed into the fireplace, and as it burns, the pieces will fly up and magically reassemble themselves as they wend their way to the North Pole…
Alas, no fireplace here. But still, you do have a Canadian postal code, and I am pretty sure you will read my letter. There is no point telling you I have been a good girl, I suppose. I have been impatient, as usual, with stupidity and willful ignorance, and I am not very cheerful in the mornings. I have tried to be kind, and thoughtful of others, and sometimes I have succeeded. I think I have done my best, but goodness knows that is not enough.
In years past I used to ask for such gifts as world peace, and an end to starvation, and all manner of things of social justice. I have come to realize, though, that your magic is of a different sort: the kind of magic that works one child, or one adult who believes with the purity of a child, at a time. But it is powerful magic, for all that it is not what I once believed it to be.
If we could each bring the magic of happiness to one person this Christmas, what a transformation there would be in the world! The happiness that comes from being special in someone’s eyes, of being treasured, of being seen for who one is.The magic of simple human fellowship, of the fabled good cheer, of the visions of sugar plums that actually come to be in one’s hand. The magic of the old and familiar stories, and maybe room for some person who is new to our world. The magic that sees the glow of love on someone’s face, and remembers the echoes of love from those departed this earth. The magic that looks and sees not a silly and funny old present, but the look of anticipation on the giver’s face, and the radiance of the joy that elevates the gift to so much more than its prosaic origins.
I believe with all my heart, Santa, and so I guess what I am asking for is a more liberal sprinkling of your magic dust this year. The earth and her children – and we are all her children – need you so very much. I know the supply is not unlimited, but a large sprinkle this year might just help us over the hump. Anyway, so I humbly ask.
There are cookies for you here. I love you. Merry Christmas.
What a nice message! Admirable thoughts and wishes. I do wonder if you have heard of the Law of Unintended Consequences. I could expand on the operation of that law on the raped continent, but it is too damned early…………
Well, and it is Christmas 🙂 Merry Christmas.
I am grateful for the gift, Santa, of reading such thoughtful and well crafted posts from dear VivianLea. It’s one of the best Christmas presents I could wish for. It gives me hope that humans can rise to something beyond the trivial – that we collectively must possess some wisdom gene that will carry our species through future generations as awake, aware participants in the co-creation of a peaceful, harmonious earth.
Will it sound terrible if I admit to a huge feeling of relief at the fact that Boxing Day is here? We humans have elevated the Christmas trivia to the point of saturation, and slow suffocation …
thank you, Bela. I hope you are Merry!