Yesterday was walked hard upon, all right. But things get real when it becomes a routine.
I switched a switch in my mind last year. The very end of. Sometimes, the impulse of a decision lasts for a long period of time. I can think of years...
Past.
Now we're looking at the nightly city scene with my daughter, and we're watching and waiting for Santa to fly past. So many windows, there must be hundreds of thousands of people out there. And Santa needs to hop by and drop by. The E.M.D. is seeing him. I am not. Her young sight is much better than mine. Her imagination walking in the evening air.
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Did she see him and immediately flee to bed?
My daughter once - many years ago, when such magic was still strong with her - saw Santa in the Christmas Eve sky. Actually, she saw Rudolph and his blinking red nose circling overhead. She scurried to bed post haste, pulled the sheets right up to her chin, and would not move.
I guess St. Nick was sensitive to our elderly relatives' impatience cause by the time we returned from our watchtower to the Christmas Tree Room, we saw he had feinted us somehow and left a lot of
!BEER
and other things for everybody. Everybody nice, that is.