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Things you may not know about Papa Noel, Santa or St. Nick…

You think you know Santa? Here is a story that might have you rethinking that. Enjoy this dark tale by Gigi 🙂

Rethinking Life

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You think you know me, but you do not.  You make up stories about me and believe they are true, but they are not.  You mold me into what you wish me to be but I tell you, you know me not.  You give me names that suit you, suit your fiction and your beliefs, but do you ever wonder who I truly am?  Do you ask yourself what I am?

Humans are funny creatures, thinking that believing makes it so.  I can assure you that nothing is farther from the truth.  Outside of your slanted and tiny belief system are wonders untold.  Layers of life you are blind to, by choice and by circumstance.  You turn away from the things that do not fit into your story but those things do not disappear, they live on without your consent or acknowledgement.

Names have power, I will…

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Elanore and Santa Clause… From the incredible Gigi

Elanore and Santa Clause…

by hitandrun1964

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It started happening more and more.  Elanore would travel the world to find gifts and toys for children everywhere.  She tried to hire artists to carve dolls, trucks and small chairs, she visited book publishers and ordered a million books.  But no matter how far she traveled, no matter how much identification she showed, no one believed that she was Santa’s daughter.  Their lack of belief is the reason Santa has a workshop at the North Pole.  Even when Santa went with is daughter, no one believed they were who they said they were.   Eventually, the lack of belief began to eat away at the wonder of the season.  People met Santa, but didn’t believe that he WAS Santa.  Finally, Santa stopped coming to town.  He decided to simply deliver toys, to good and bad  girls and boys, and not bother trying to tell people about the true spirit of the holiday.  No one was interested, no one believed.

The above “mug shot” of Elanore, was the final straw.  She was arrested while trying to order 30,000 train sets.  They charged her with insanity and tried to have her committed to an asylum for the holiday impaired.

Santa found that the only Immortals people believed in, now-a-days, were superheroes.  Santa could fly, in his sled, pulled by reindeer, and he had a red suit, but he GAVE things to people, rather than hunt them down and fight to the death.  He brought joy to children, and sometimes adults as well,  he never blew things up or threatened anyone. But because he was kind and gentle, he fell out of favor.  And while children sat on the laps of impostors, and told them their wishes, the real Santa only left his home once a year.  He no longer walked the streets of New York or Chicago, he never went back to New Orleans.  The smiles he received were generous and real, but they were smiles for a man dressed in a costume, they were for a man PRETENDING to be someone else.  His heart grew sad, when he saw that they were using his image to sell products to people.  He was supposed to represent giving and receiving with love and good wishes, he never cared about what people drank or wore.  He felt that he had become dated, that he was no longer necessary, he felt that he was someone who belonged to another time.

And then one day, Santa had an overwhelming desire to go back to Chicago.  So he put on a grubby pair of jeans, thirteen layers of warm clothing, a heavy jacket, a scarf and a hat, and left.  As he walked the streets, he listened to people talking and laughing.  He saw them, their arms filled with brightly colored packages, smiles on their faces and he started to feel better.  As he walked in front of the Art Institute, he saw a shapeless mound, on one of the benches.  He moved closer and saw a homeless man, shaking with cold, laying on newspapers.  He stopped, quickly took off his heavy jacket and placed it over the quivering man.  The man clutched at the coat, pulling it tightly around himself, then he opened his eyes and whispered, “Thank you Santa.  I knew you would come.”

 

 

Post script:  Sometimes it only takes one small thing, to make you  feel real again.

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Allie

allie 2014

 

As she sits

beneath the tree

my pretty Allie reminds me

that no presents are necessary

my home is filled with love, joy and peace

~Melanie

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12 Days of Christmas (for Gigi)

For Gigi of Rethinking Life also known as hitandrun1964  🙂

On the first day of Christmas, Gigi shared with me

a tour of Garfield Park Conserv-atory

On the second day of Christmas, Gigi shared with me

two quotes to love

and a tour of Garfield Park Conserv-atory

On the third day of Christmas, Gigi shared with me

three but-tons

two quotes to love

and a tour of Garfield Park Conserv-atory

On the fourth day of Christmas, Gigi shared with me

four playing squirrels

three but-tons

two quotes to love

and a tour of Garfield Park Conserv-atory

On the fifth day of Christmas, Gigi shared with me

five thoughts pro-vo-king

four playing squirrels

three  but-tons

two quotes to love

and a tour of Garfield Park Conserv-atory

On the sixth day of Christmas, Gigi shared with me

six rubber stamps

five thoughts pro-vo-king

four playing squirrels

three  but-tons

two quotes to love

and a tour of Garfield Park Conserv-atory

On the seventh day of Christmas, Gigi shared with me

seven rants and raves

six rubber stamps

five thoughts pro-vo-king

four playing squirrels

three  but-tons

two quotes to love

and a tour of Garfield Park Conserv-atory

On the eighth day of Christmas, Gigi shared with me

eight faces gazing

seven rants and raves

six rubber stamps

five thoughts pro-vo-king

four playing squirrels

three  but-tons

two quotes to love

and a tour of Garfield Park Conserv-atory

On the ninth day of Christmas, Gigi shared with me

nine flowers blooming

eight faces gazing

seven rants and raves

six rubber stamps

five thoughts pro-vo-king

four playing squirrels

three  but-tons

two quotes to love

and a tour of Garfield Park Conserv-atory

On the tenth day of Christmas, Gigi shared with me

ten bees a buzzing

nine flowers blooming

eight faces gazing

seven rants and raves

six rubber stamps

five thoughts pro-vo-king

four playing squirrels

three  but-tons

two quotes to love

and a tour of Garfield Park Conserv-atory

On the eleventh day of Christmas, Gigi shared with me

eleven night thoughts looming

ten bees a buzzing

nine flowers blooming

eight faces gazing

seven rants and raves

six rubber stamps

five thoughts pro-vo-king

four playing squirrels

three  but-tons

two quotes to love

and a tour of Garfield Park Conserv-atory

On the twelfth day of Christmas, Gigi shared with me

twelve chicklets clucking

eleven night thoughts looming

ten bees a buzzing

nine flowers blooming

eight faces gazing

seven rants and raves

six rubber stamps

five thoughts pro-vo-king

four playing squirrels

three  but-tons

two quotes to love

and a tour of Garfield Park Conserv-atory

~Melanie Blackwell

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Christmas Thoughts

red
and
green
presents
trees
all the pretty sights to see
stockings
carols
Ho Ho Ho
oh to see that pure white snow
silver bells
big red bows
kissing under mistletoe
candy canes
egg nog
lights that blink
that is what “christmas” makes me think
~Melanie Blackwell circa approx 2004 🙂

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a Christmas song for the kid in you :)

I’m a big kid and I LOOOVVE this song. 🙂  When looking for a video to share I came across this gem from the Ed Sullivan show!  Enjoy 🙂

I WANT A HIPPOPOTAMUS FOR CHRISTMAS ~Gayla Peevey

 

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a favorite Christmas song…

I wanted to share one of my favorite Christmas songs with you.  This is full of whimsy and magic 🙂 Take a listen!

 

And in case you would like to read the lyrics….

December Will Be Magic Again

Written by Kate Bush

December will be magic again.
Take a husky to the ice
While Bing Crosby sings White Christmas. He makes you feel nice.
December will be magic again.
Old Saint Nicholas up the chimney,
Just a-popping up in my memory.

Ooh, dropping down in my parachute,
The white city, she is so beautiful
Upon the black-soot icicled roofs,
Ooh, and see how I fall.
See how I fall
(“Fall!”) [backwards]
Like the snow.

Come to cover the lovers.
(Cover the lovers,
But don’t you wake them up.)
Come to sparkle the dark up.
(Sparkle the dark up,
With just a touch of make-up.)
Come to cover the muck up.
(Cover the muck up,
Ooh, with a little luck.)

December will be magic again.
Light the canDLe-lights
To conjure Mr. Wilde
Into the Silent Night.
Ooh, it’s quiet inside,
Here in Oscar’s mind.

December will be magic again.
Don’t miss the brightest star.
Kiss under mistletoe.
I want to hear you laugh.
Don’t let the mystery go now.

Ooh, dropping down in my parachute,
The white city, she is so beautiful
Upon the black-soot icicled roofs,
Ooh, and see how I fall.
See how I fall
(“Fall!”) [backwards]
Like the snow.

Come to cover the lovers.
(Cover the lovers,
But don’t you wake them up.)
Come to sparkle the dark up.
(Sparkle the dark up,
With just a touch of make-up.)
Come to cover the muck up
(Cover the muck up,
Ooh, with a little luck.)

Oh, I’m coming to cover the lovers.
Ooh, and I’m coming to sparkle the dark up.

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