It’s less than 90 days until Christmas. I was thinking about Santa Claus. I remember believing completely in Santa Claus. One particular Christmas I actually saw his beard peeking beyond the door jamb of my shared bedroom. I was too stunned to wake my brothers and laid in some sort of mesmerized trance. I wanted to jump from my bed and say hello but I was perplexed as to what a good boy should do. Was it best to lay still and take in the magic of the moment or should I scream and involve everyone in the house?
Most would argue that it was the overactive and possibly sugared mind of a child but I saw what I saw. We sometimes discount what a person experiences or believes. Most of us are entrenched in a personal reality but your outward view is only more realistic to you because of what your experiences have coated your perceptions with.
My mind may have been filled with the magic and myth of Santa Claus but does that make what I saw unreal? When we stop believing in magic it can only disappear. We are all entertained by illusionists. Knowing there is more to the story does not cause the illusion to seem less real.
There may be no Santa Claus but I beg to differ. Santa Claus went out on the frozen pool at my brothers leaving footprints, sleigh tracks and hoof prints for my nieces. For that Christmas Santa left some magic which I dare say did not disappear with warm temperatures.
It is unlikely the same illusion would survive in my niece’s minds today but that is their perception. The interpreter is always part of the magic.
Brett Batten 
Santa Claus is the beautiful image in people’s heart
It’s unfortunate we don’t fall asleep each night dreaming of the magic of the next morning.
It’s also one of the expectation in our mind.
Very true, thanks for taking the time to participate in my blog.
You’re the second blogger today that has insisted on me knowing just how close Christmas is. I didn’t want to know. I was happily in denial. But now that you’ve told me I might use some Santa magic to make it all go away again. 🙂
You could put barbed wire over your chimney and put an end to it. It may also be a good time to write Santa a note listing your grievances, this time of year he may have time to consider it.
Thanks for the idea but my chimney didn’t survive our earthquakes, although I guess Santa could climb in through the cracks in the walls. But meantime, that’s an excellent idea on the note to Santa and I’ll be sure to get it sent today. But you enjoy Christmas anyway. 😀
Sorry to hear about your chimney. I do hope the Christmas spirit seeps through those unfortunate cracks but not for another 80 or so days. Is it too early to give you my sizes? If you’re an early shopper let me know and I will forward my dimensions or a simple tie will suffice.
Actually I am an early shopper because I can’t stand shopping in crowds, but I’m not buying you a tie… unless it’s one with a kiwi and a silver fern on it. Interested?
You have educated me on the Kiwi which is a turtle if I remember correctly 🙂 but where does the silver fern come in?
lol. Google it. You should find the silver fern on the same page as the turtle. 🙂
Okay I Googled it, I’m still perplexed, do the turtles eat them or something???
“Silver Tree Fern, ponga. New Zealand’s National Emblem. The silver fern leaf has distinctive silver undersides. Can reach 10m tall. Fronds 2-4m in length. Shelter, semi-shade and moist soil best suit this tree fern.”
No doubt enjoyed by turtles, but then do I expect a Canadian to understand? 😉 Something like your maple leaf.
Ahh, the Maple leaf. They are changing colour as I type, soon to be deposited in bags and placed on the curb. Like the Canada Goose they can be a nuisance. As a boy I pressed leaves in books, try that with your giant fern 🙂
Actually I used to do that too… with a big book. 🙂
I’m glad I wasn’t enamored with you as a boy. It would have been hell to carry your books home for you.
LOL. So that’s why no boy ever offered to carry my books home?
I’m glad I cleared that up, that should solve some old issues. It was never about you it was those Silver Ferns.
If only I had known you all those years ago and you could have cleared that up for me. It would have saved a few hang ups. But now that I know, I feel so much better about myself. Thanks. 😀
Don’t thank me thank the turtle who lead me to the fern. Psychotherapy is a complex and winding road. I will send you my bill.
And I thought you were doing this out of the kindness of your heart. But I will be sure to thanks and pay the turtle.
That should work, give me few to figure out the exchange rate.
No problem.
Have a good night, I’m looking forward to our next session.
You too. I just can’t wait. I learnt so much today. 🙂