My Lady Wonder Wench sent this as soon as this week’s podcast went up:
Of course I believe in Santa Claus. I still look under my bed just in case the jolly old elf left something there. Even when times were bad, my mother never let me down, although it took years for me to figure that one out. And my very own Santa Claus made me keep Christmas even when I’d stopped believing. It’s not “getting” something – it’s “having” a piece of the special night that returns light to the world even when it seems darkest. That light will return – look for it.
May we never be too grown up to search the skies on Christmas Eve.