He comes from above in a chariot overflowing with gifts and blessings. I tremble and bow low before his shadow. He has imitable power over me. I know I haven't been my best this year and I know he was watching.
I admit I have had lusty thoughts, I have been envious of those who live better than me, and have entertained dark desires of assaulting those who have wronged me.
I am racked with guilt, so as penance; I will sing 5 Christmas Carols and add 10 extra bright light sets to my house when I decorate. It is all I can do to appease him.
He has reindeer, 12 of them; they are his eyes, ears and engines. I will sing the special song about a certain reindeer I was taught in childhood to try and placate them. Yet, I am apprehensive of hearing hoofsteps on my roof in the middle of a cold wintry night in December; for they will bring him.
Santachrist...I whisper the name out loud. I shudder at the sound of my own words and genuflect; I am in awe of his grandeur. For he is very old and I know he has been around the block a few times.
As a small child, I would often wait on long lines for a chance to sit on his lap and dare to ask for things. I knew even then that I was unworthy. But, sometimes he would grant my wishes, sometimes not. That is his way...so they say.
Now I wish he could hear my needful pleas. For now that I am older, my needs have become greater and more desperate.
I will pray:
Oh Santachrist- Please hear my words...I ask not for more than I am entitled to; for I am still a sinner and still unworthy. But this holiday season, my greatest wish would there to be Peace on Earth, Goodwill to Men and please don't forget the Harley Davidson Sportster...
Amen
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