Santa Claus, North Pole H0H 0H0

 

Dear Santa,

This is an occasion, for here is my fiftieth letter to you. I have kept faith all these years, though others jeer and scorn. There are those that say you are naught but a commercial creation, or a mockery of religion, or merely a peculiar manifestation of an old myth. There are always unbelievers, or perhaps those whose hearts are too small. But every year you have brought marvellous gifts to me.

There are presents I remember, and presents forgotten,  but I can recall each and every one of fifty years worth of gifts. The gift of family – how lucky I was there! and the gift of friends, and feasting. The shining eyes, and happy smiles, and the full hearts of those who gather together and know themselves blessed. Which, of course, has nothing to do with presents, and everything to do with gifting. Gifts of time, and love, and memory.

I am alone this Christmas Eve, Santa, and so memory must serve to light the friendly Yule fire. For all that, love may travel the greatest distances, and so I have a full heart knowing myself blessed. The joy and laughter of those that I am not with, and those that have gone over there, echo through my rooms as surely as ever. I love, I am loved.

I have been a pretty good girl this year, although I am cranky if bothered before nine a.m., and I weary of those whose small lives give them delight in banal gossip and vulgar habits of indifference. So I shall ask for a gift – well, two gifts – if I am on your list of nice… I should like a little more understanding, if you please, of those that cannot seem to see beyond their own confining set. And it would be marvelous, would it not, if habits of indifference could become habits of active choosing?

Sigh. I am in desperate need of understanding. For as ever, many seek the joy and magic of Christmas in the mall, and try as I might, I cannot find it there.

Merry Christmas. I love you. There is chocolate cake for you here.

VivianLea

 

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2 comments on “Santa Claus, North Pole H0H 0H0

  1. Haha – hello, my friend. I wrote a short while ago about my inner cynic. Seems we share this challenge of tolerating certain behaviors of others. I never thought to ask Santa for more tolerance – but hey – it’s worth a shot! Happy New Year!

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    • Yes, I read that piece, Bela! I guess I can tolerate people well enough, I just don’t understand them, neccesarily…as I said to a friend, I always seem to be on the outside looking in. I don’t want to be like ‘them’ that I am referring to – but knowing why they enjoy being part of the crowd might help. Just read Marshall McLuhan’s “From Cliche to Archetype”, but found no answers there either. Might as well ask Santa!
      And Happy New Year to you 🙂

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