are u ready for Santa???

I guess not many of us would choose to take a cool and cloudy Christmas Eve walk across a dam . . . One of the zillion and one white-headed old guys who walk that dam, thinking, I've always assumed, that this will make a meaningful difference in their lives, stopped in front of me today.

The conversation (if you can call it a conversation) went like this:
He: Are you ready for Santa?
Me: Yes, are you?
He: Christmas is a day just like any other . . .

I didn't miss a step . . . kept right on walking . . .

Don't mess with Christmas, not with me!

The "Yes, Virginia" letter speaks to and from my soul, as it always has.

Santa is the worldly embodiment of unconditional love, of hope beyond reason--and of these offerings of self being returned in kind.

Christmas is synonymous with "believe".

Christmas is the time of year I can be myself and not seem a fool.

For those who are unable to recognize or embrace unconditional love, who feel compelled to question hope beyond reason--for those who are slow to belive what they cannot know or see . . . this is my wish. May each of your days be Christmas Day. . .