Dear Santa,
I haven't written you in a rather long time, but I felt the need at the age of fifty-five to reach out to you.
I still believe in the spirit of our great human wonder, and you, being a lover of home, reindeer and elves, I thought would have some valuable insight into the human condition?
(Ho Ho Ho!)
Nice.
(HO HO HO!!!)
Okay.
(HO HO HO HO HO!!!)
Are you madness per-santa-fied?
(HO HO HO Hoedee Ho Ho Hoedee Doe!!!)
No more eggnog for you... As a matter of fact, St. Nicholas, you contribute greatly to our overconsumption, ergo, destruction of our Home, therefore-
(It's once a friggin' year!)
Yes indeed! You're like high fructose corn syrup, our brains don't recognize the sickly-sweet desire to use the (H)eartH as a trashcan, that and we blindly love you more, so we ignore the obvious truth! Therefore, you and Mrs Clause need stop the WANT and give yourselves, the reindeer, the sleigh, the slaves (elves) and the billions of toys a much needed retirement.
(HO HO HO, NO!)
Load that sleigh with food, water, clothes and shelter for those truly in need! And stop your empty laughter, it isn't joy that your schtick puts on a child's face, it's want!
(There's no more room on the sled, dude!)
Then leave the toys at the North Pole, ya selfish bastard!
(You're making Mrs. Clause cry!)
And why aren't you crying?
(I don't have time to cry! And neither do my elves or reindeer!)
Not even Rudolph?
(Certainly not Rudolph! The shards from the icicles formed from his tears would mortally wound me! ...Any further questions you need answered, mr naughty, you'll be asking my team of top toy lawyers! Now, good day!)
[a known (truth) focuses it's gaze upon Home]
(ping)
[praybells are ringing]
Give, not some inaniment object, but you yourself as a gift.
We ourselves Give and Forgive, receiving, therefore, is Giving in both directions...
I haven't written you in a rather long time, but I felt the need at the age of fifty-five to reach out to you.
I still believe in the spirit of our great human wonder, and you, being a lover of home, reindeer and elves, I thought would have some valuable insight into the human condition?
(Ho Ho Ho!)
Nice.
(HO HO HO!!!)
Okay.
(HO HO HO HO HO!!!)
Are you madness per-santa-fied?
(HO HO HO Hoedee Ho Ho Hoedee Doe!!!)
No more eggnog for you... As a matter of fact, St. Nicholas, you contribute greatly to our overconsumption, ergo, destruction of our Home, therefore-
(It's once a friggin' year!)
Yes indeed! You're like high fructose corn syrup, our brains don't recognize the sickly-sweet desire to use the (H)eartH as a trashcan, that and we blindly love you more, so we ignore the obvious truth! Therefore, you and Mrs Clause need stop the WANT and give yourselves, the reindeer, the sleigh, the slaves (elves) and the billions of toys a much needed retirement.
(HO HO HO, NO!)
Load that sleigh with food, water, clothes and shelter for those truly in need! And stop your empty laughter, it isn't joy that your schtick puts on a child's face, it's want!
(There's no more room on the sled, dude!)
Then leave the toys at the North Pole, ya selfish bastard!
(You're making Mrs. Clause cry!)
And why aren't you crying?
(I don't have time to cry! And neither do my elves or reindeer!)
Not even Rudolph?
(Certainly not Rudolph! The shards from the icicles formed from his tears would mortally wound me! ...Any further questions you need answered, mr naughty, you'll be asking my team of top toy lawyers! Now, good day!)
[a known (truth) focuses it's gaze upon Home]
(ping)
[praybells are ringing]
Give, not some inaniment object, but you yourself as a gift.
We ourselves Give and Forgive, receiving, therefore, is Giving in both directions...
© 2017 Mark Richard Prime
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