Who Are You?

After you dry your tears I will make you laugh. You arrive at your client’s home and knock on the door. You are standing there waiting for your client to answer when you notice how beautiful this front door once was. The weather and lack of care had taken its toll upon this door as it hung in its rusty frame. Its color goes with the outside theme; it is a beautiful barnyard red. It is almost Christmas and you are thinking how fitting the color of the door is at this time of the year. You notice a piece of what use to be a wreath hanging on the door. Your thoughts begin to imagine what this place could look like with your special touch. The door swings open and you prepare to greet your client standing there in the doorway when he comes into full view; standing there in front of you was a little old man with cheeks as red as cherries. You wonder how red your face is at this “Kodak” moment. Should you run or laugh. You quickly regain your composure and introduce yourself.

“Hello, I’m Donna, your aide. Are you Mr. Santa Clause?

You stand there waiting for his reply, “Yes.” Then you walk quickly by your client standing in front of you wearing nothing but a red and white Santa hat and black boots. He closes the door, walks over to his chair, and sits down. What happened over the next couple of hours I will leave to each one’s own illusions? I will add that my curiosity was satisfied to see if his belly really did shake like jelly. Oh, come on and laugh.

Update: About a week later, a highway patrolman found Mr. Santa Clause in another state. He did not know who he was or where he lived. Mr. Santa Clause didn’t have ID with him due to his attire, only a red and white Santa hat and black boots. The patrolman had the license plates traced; they revoked his driver’s licenses. The police detained him overnight in the other state and released him the next day to his family. They took away his car/sled.

On New Year’s Eve, following this incident Mr. Santa Clause gave some of his neighbors an unexpected fright, while others laughed until daylight as they watched Mr. Santa Clause walking down the street singing. Yes, he was still wearing his favorite suit, only a red and white hat and matching black boots.

Job 1: 21 and said, “Naked I came forth from my mother’s womb, and naked shall I go back again. The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD!”

There is just one question that I will ask you. What makes a person pretend that they are never going to be old and lose their mind? It is amazing that just the mention of old age brings out the fear that we may become a Santa Clause or Mrs. Clause too.

The Unthinkable Child

By: Donna Robbins

As I return to my childhood from old age

And become your child

Will you choose not to see the good within my heart

When you conceive that, my emotions don’t match yours

Will you try to conquer them

This child I will become

Will you see me as having no real value

Even though you have always been my world

Others will see me empty of love

If you choose not to refill me with your love

I loved you my child with all my heart

I will feel worthless

If you chose to ignore what I can still offer

To you and my grandchildren

Impossible you say

Well retrain me with love

Do you not realize

I need more of your time

Than you are willing to give

Remember when I put all things aside for you

Sometimes you call me a monster or other names

Is that what I am to you

I know I can never be your parent again as in the past

But I am still your parent only different

You voice that you wish you could escape

From having to care for me

So do I

Maybe in another home

My life would be easier

I dream too

When I bring you my feelings of loneliness

You say I’m preposterous

At least I am honest, why aren’t you

A vain child you say I am becoming

But do you realize

I still compromise for you

I am equally hopeless of my surroundings

Just as you are

Unimaginable in your mind

Of what I could still offer or be again

A place where you will visit one day

As I

Mr. Santa Clause must have been cold those nights, but he was singing and having fun enjoying his old age. As each of us age in the future, can we say that we will not be a Mr. or Mrs. Santa Clause. I just hope that I am happy if I experience this stage of life and live in a warm climate.