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RE: ’Tis the Season – (PowerHouseCreatives Contest)
Well, you know I just can't help it! Christmas is still magical, fat man or not. I can tell you that I was devastated when I found out he wasn't real.
Seriously. I think I was on the old side, I really loved holding onto that part of the magic.
Le sigh.
It was my sibling too - one of the nine. You know how they like lording that kind of information over you. ;) To this day, I still love the magic of the season, I try not to get commercial or cynical and try to live in the true spirit.
I think you probably do too.
Season's Greetings!
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Did you ever see him? That really happened to me as in the story, but to this day, I know that I had to have either had a really lucid dream, or I really saw someone in our house with red clothes on at night after I thought everyone was in bed. :)
I put up a good argument based on that sighting, after hearing my sister's revelation, in my attempt to squash completely the lie that he wasn't real. That's when she called my mom in to finish me off, haha!
I've always loved the season. When I was in the army, getting home for Christmas was important, and even when I was overseas, because I had been sent the previous January, I was able to get home that Christmas because I'd been able to extend my tour for 6 more months.
I had to go back in January again, but that time at home was so wonderful!
I hope you have a wonderful holiday season! 🎅
It's funny you should say that! I know I saw him, which is exactly one of the reasons my brain could hold on to that truth as I knew it. To this day, I hold on to the magic, just like I did when I was a kid.
The spirit of Christmas still remains within my soul.
I lived in Europe for a while, but, I came home for Christmas. Always. I understand that inherent need to be there as part of the festivities. At the time, I was sure the show wouldn't go on if any of us was missing. How could it? Perhaps my family is an oddity. When my brother was over in the sandbox, we sat the phone on the dining room table, in between the cranberry and stuffing and he had Thanksgiving with us. Now with nine of us, plus spouses and grandchildren, how are you going to miss one?
And yet, you did.
I understand your need. It was basic and it was part of the love you felt too. Being part of that. It feels good to know there are still people out there like that.
I hope the season is full of good memories and leaves room for new ones as well.
I wonder how many kids know they saw him besides us? Think it's a lot? 😇