Left to right: Nico and Christopher playing in a mall Christmas display
December 24/25, 2012
For my boys,
Christmas Eve's upon us and its almost Christmas Day. I'm standing in an open field hoping to see Santa's sleigh. I want to catch a glimpse of him passing his Christmas cheer, and brag to everyone I know, about seeing his eight flying reindeer.
The clouds cover the earths heavenly dome, bringing the clear night sky into obscurity. Its haze brought a thick wall of snow, that has been falling hard, upon this meadow all night long. If the overcast, doesn't recede into the abyss of night, then I fear my standing here tonight, could cause me to end up on Santa's naughty list.
The heavy snow continues on and the white flurries are going to make it impossible to see, St. Nick's magical flight. I guess it's just not meant to be. I close my eyes and make a wish, hoping that the thick veil of buttermilk will quickly, cease to exist. With my eyes shut tight, I stick out my tongue, and feel the snowflakes land, one by one.
And what do you know? As I push and I blow. The clouds start to move away, allowing me to see the millions of stars, that are currently out, and at play. They're streaking across the sky, like their running from Santa's fast moving sleigh. Maybe he still has yet to pass this way?
The fresh, new, fallen snow surrounds my feet, as I continue to look up and stare towards the heavens, for any kind of hint of Kris Kringle and thirty-two flying hooves kicking through the sky. I get so giddy when I think that he could still travel by.
But so far there’s no connotation of his approach. No early warnings of jingle bells chiming or singing by any of his elves. No falling candy canes or sparks from his sleigh, that would light up the midnight sky as Santa dashes by.
The nights so cold and its time to go. I need a goodnights rest to enjoy the Christmas’s day festivities. So I turn and walk away through the icy covered path, over the hill and past Gods mast. When suddenly I hear a sound as it pierces through the air. It’s whistling noise brings me to tears.
I look over my shoulder and what do I see? It’s not a jet or a bird, but Santa sleigh, and it’s about to pass right over me. I run towards the hill top, to get the best look. Santa Claus is near and I have waited all year to wave and cheer and announce out loud, "Way to go, Santa Claus!"
I run up the incline waving my arms feverishly and yell from the top of my lungs, " Hi Kris Kringle, way to go, Santa Claus!" It's my way to greet him with Good Will and Christmas Cheer to celebrate the spirit of Christmas this year. I follow the curve and as I arrive to the top, I can only hope that he'll see me, and possibly, even stop, as his sleigh rides high above me.
He didn’t say, “Merry Christmas to all” or “Ho, ho, ho,” he didn't say much, if anything at all.
He was sitting snuggly, in his sleigh, I saw him look down and begin to look my way, as he began to extend his arm, he didn’t whimper or make a noise.
He didn’t make a peep.
He pointed down and looked directly at me as he finally began to speak, "You, young man, should be a sleep."
Goodnight, Santa.
The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto/Born Again by Christopher P. Fusaro is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.
Based on a work at christopherfusaro.blogspot.com.
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