christmas, once again.

I was on the road last night at midnight. I was talking with an old friend, by myself, when midnight struck. Overhead, I know I heard the unmistakable clip-clop of tiny hooves, such as I do every single christmas at midnight.

I believe in Santa. I do! It's part of me I refuse to give up, and I will get into heated arguments about him. I know he exists, because He must. There is, in reality, no way a world can forget most of it's troubles for one night, stand proudly across battle lines and wish each other a Merry Christmas without there being some binding force in the Universe at work.

Do I think Santa is a red suited fellow in a sleigh? Why not? What does it hurt? Why would it be not reasonable for the collective beliefs of the world to create such a being for even one night? With the legends of the Christ, the Buddah, JFK, and other folks, and with us as adults believeing the legends, why not one incredibly kind, fat, jolly old man that mounts to the skies for just one night, afterwards returning to the magic fairy dust that created him?

Santa is real, folks. Really and truely true.


Merry Christmas to all the Universe, Blessed be thee and thine, Love & Light & Love abound throughout the year!