There Is a Santa
There is a Santa
No fruit bowl on the table existed in my upbringing. However the Christmas tree was
nicely decorated with string popcorn and those large color bulbs that burnt your fingers!
Santa came every year and even after I had given up my imagination. Xmas was giving
in regards to gifts and getting together with family to converse on whatever fell into the gravy.
It was a time to be together for the holiday, a gathering of belonging and comfort.
That was then and now is without that big dinner and the memories shared.
Traveling along in life over hills and mud ruts has put an emphasis upon becoming
proud to have detained myself from spinning off the beaten path that has been walked
upon which people earnestly earned their destinations.
Profitable or not, getting there took determination and much grime. Sure there were bends
in the road which one must achieve a way to stay on course. There were those that
ran into the ditch and were was often obscured from those passing by. those that were found were
brought to the table of humanity. It was the benevolence that shed understanding
and sympathy to those who didn’t have Santa come down the chimney. Kindness to
others creates a beginning to help those stand on their own and plant in their mind that Santa lives
Copyright © Douglas Pederson | Year Posted 2019
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