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Santa...Ho, Ho, Ho

Santa...Ho, Ho, Ho

The words rang from my two-year old's mouth picked up by my ears through the monitor in the basement.  He had just been put to bed.  We marked the evening with the traditional new PJ's, reading of our favorite Christmas books, setting out cookies and milk for St. Nick, ending with kisses and hugs goodnight.

Santa...Ho, Ho, Ho

The wonderment of childhood often eludes those of us who have long past seen those days. We forget that simple pleasures are what makes life so good.  I often find myself exasperated when my children are distracted by the littlest things; my wife has to remind me that it is who they are.  She is right.

Santa...Ho, Ho, Ho

My wife's birthday falls on Christmas Eve; a thought that many of us ponder when told this~~what must it be like?  When asked this of her, she shrugs and simply says, "I love it. I've never known any different!"  She truly is a Christmas person, relishing in the delight of the season, eyes sparkling at the prospect of a white Christmas.  She's beautiful.

Santa...Ho, Ho, Ho

In the early morning of this day, Mickey Mouse gave away a secret to my children.  He told them that if they say, "Santa...Ho, Ho, Ho" then Santa will come.  Hence, the monitor rings those words as my second born falls asleep...trusting Mickey, trusting Santa.

Santa...Ho, Ho, Ho

Santa will not come.  For to be able to come, one must be gone.  Santa is never really gone~~he is always with us--he is what helps us realize that we are not alone, that we can have compassion, that we can be loving, kind and forgiving.  He surrounds us when times are hard and sings with us when we celebrate.  He is the spirit of Christmas, the entity of all that is good.  Santa is more that what we teach our young children, he truly does exist...in your soul. 

He is already here.

Of course, I'll delight in my boy calling for him, for I know that it is Henry's soul that calls out.


Merry Christmas
Mr. C
Dec. 24, 2010

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