Jingle Bells

When I was four years old I had a severe tradgedy strike my family upon my fathers death.

In front of the Christmas tree, on December 21,before he came to pick me up;
my father passed away from a heart attack.
I decided upon reason that there was no Santa.
This is what I told my mother- anyway.....
Inadvertantly screwing myself out of the wonder of Christmas for a child.

That was the first of very many sorrow-filled Christmas's for me.


In life there are different modes of transportation.
Ways we choose to get from one place to another.
Metaphorically and realistically speaking.
Providing us with a choice of convenience; cost, and time limits.

Some will fly.
They willingly soar above the grounds and take a risk for a faster paced, exilirating chance.
We either crash and burn. Or land at a destination of fulfillment.

Over the pond, into the great blue.
A rogue wave could knock you over any second. But it's beauty is deafening within itself.
And a boat or a ship can be a very comfortable place.
Depending on the way you might enjoy a view, and navigation.

There are also uncontrollable circumstances in life.
Such as a steam-roller or a locomotive disturbingly crashing into another or a bridge fumbling at the least wanted second.

But when these things happen it's necessary for us to use one tool to fix it if we want to.

An open mind.

Our survival depends on it.

It's the imagination, and the humor of every-day life.
Human nature calls for some kind of cynicism, sarcasm or playfulness once there is hurt.
Helping replace the tears with laughter.
It truly is our fortitude in coping.

If reality was a cartoon, it'd be a whole lot more fun to watch.
Especially the injuries and the food.

So we think about holidays like it's our job to get away from the bustle.
Because the holidays is about as cartoon-ish as it get's.

Wrap those presents .....Wrap em' good.

Then give them to someone.
Simply because it's what they want.

Gift-mas

We decorate houses in lights, and bake treats, follow traditions because tradition is what keeps a family together.



But what about those who don't have anyone to give presents to?
Or the ones who have no presents to receive?

No where to go.
And no traditions to follow?
Nothing to share.

Just existing.


Christmas is deafening with silence.


So Santa was created.
Jolly dude covered in red felt.
J-Lo must be proud.

Above all with his rosy cheeks.
His sack of presents.
Candy-Cane, and pet rain-deer.

He owns a flying sleigh.

I want a flying sleigh, screw my honda.
Pfft.

He travels the globe solo to deliver all things wanted, fun, happy and needed to people.
Only to return to the north pole the very next morning to spend a year stocking up for the next run.


So many children send letters to the North Pole.
But what if he isn't there?

What if one of the stars in the sky is him.
What if, in the universe there's a special cluster formed of magic.
And it's home to all of our wonder-filled hearts.

What if Santa does really exist?
But not the way we perceive him to.

As adults we lose the charms of childhood.
It's common. Not necessary.

Take a step away from the Christmas tree.
Take a look at your loved ones no matter how far they may be.

Then look out your window.
And think about a gliding star and the miracles that happen through-out the year.

If you listen for the bells.
You just might hear them.