December 24, 2024
Dear Santa,
I am one of your biggest fans. I know today is your busiest day, so I’ll keep it short.
You must be wondering what, in the name of Kringle, is going on with this planet right now. Or maybe you’ve seen this so many times before, you are feeling increasingly disheartened by centuries of humanity’s darkest predilections.
I try to imagine, this time of year, what attitude you must adopt to keep bringing magic and kindness into people’s lives, when life itself can be such a perpetual struggle. I know you don’t pull all the strings for all the people. And that Christmas miracles are happening at the exact same time that profound heartache and suffering are unfolding, regardless of the date on the calendar. The global odds are invariably against you.
But you are an annual inspiration for so many, whether people say they believe or not. Your very spirit gives us hope. Gifts aside, this is your most important role. We humans need people like you to show us that suffering is not our truest nature. You remind us that our capacity for kindness is just as inborn. And that we must choose it, even in times of struggle, so that others choose it for us in those same moments. (I think you and the Buddha should get together on this one.)
I know it is late. But if you can manage it, here are my Christmas wishes for this year:
a little more peace on this bleeding earth
as much self-seeding, regenerative joy as you can find to scatter around the globe
a global pandemic of good will towards all creatures, great and small
Thanks. Wishing you, Mrs. C., and all the elves and reindeer a very Merry Christmas.
As ever, a true believer,
IWW
Me too Ing. Me too. Merry Christmas........