my heart goes out to marge, tg, sush, and essieb, and everyone else who spirit is sad this christmas.
i wish i could send you my son for just a day, so you can sit him on your lap to tell him all about frosty, and rudolph, and coal in the stocking
, and the whole shebang.
things have been rough around these parts of late, which should normally have shoved any kind of christmas spirit right out the window. but this is my boy's first christmas that he's beginning to understand how it works, and it's just the most wonderful thing that has rekindled that spirit in me.
how can you be down when you have the sweetest little boy listening, nay, hanging on every word of every story about santa, and his elves and eight tiny reindeer. it's every bit of the wonder and fantasy that is christmas just sitting there in your lap: the joy of family traditions, dreaming of gifts, brilliant lights and pretty decorations abounding. he encompasses every bit of love and hope that has ever existed, and because of him - for me - it's gonna be great.
i know you all can remember that. that feeling, almost an anticipation of the joyous events of the season, and the warmth and love of your family. i'm sure if you look down deep enough; look really hard enough, you'll find a tiny little flame, maybe just a spark, of what you loved about christmas.
you know, if you should find in yourself, even just for a short time, maybe you'll be able to share it with others. so many in this world need you, maybe you don't realize it or can see that anymore. it should'nt take you long to find someone who could use a little kindness.
and that, my friends, is the best gift given at this time of year. the hope that if we all just stop and care about each other, just to show a little love to our fellow man, the world might just be a better place for one day.
so no, virginia, santa's not dead.
not so long as there are little boys (and girls) that need to hear of the miracle of christmas.