Old Saint Trick

The holidays have arrived, twenty something days away from the big one, Christmas needs that grinch role and I can knock that performance out the park, one take. The festivities vibe does take work and if your not focused, then you can miss out on the meaning of all your efforts. Showing appreciation to those deserving and embracing that joyful state of mind; I was so innocent at one point that I did believe in Santa during the Christmas time. Growing up having the impossible take place, to be apart of something unreal was bliss, Santa was here.

I was having a conversation last week with some co-workers about how they broke the code of revealing the reality of Santa and Tooth Fairy to their kids. I don’t have kids, so I can’t relate to these accounts of exchanging money for teeth, or eating cookies that were for you know who. I love the guy, always will, but I will not let my kids think some other fat jolly dude brought these gifts for them. I made this happen, so you better recognize.

The commercializations of the holiday has blurred the significance of the origin, the morales taught rather than possession representing meaning. Spending money on someone is not love, yet it sure can feel like it at times when we see the things we can buy for them. At the end of the day I want what’s best for my kinfolk, and often they will bring back the feeling of believing in something unbelievable.

Maybe I’m conflicted with the idea of raising children and being a individual dealing with the actuality of someone important, of course I want to believe, yet there is also the accountability of putting in that extra work. Everyone provides that energy and all our momentum is from being motivated by that special day.

If Santa is not real, why do we celebrate the Holiday so religiously?

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Author: storiesfrommystomach

I am from a Village called South Komelik on the Tohono O'odham Nation. I enjoy poetry and philosophy. Hope you enjoy the blog! :)

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