Right before the real holiday season hit, I was hit suddenly with a flash of Santa.
Walking my dog down one of the many hills that I live near I walked right into him.
He was a white fluffy cloud sitting contently over a chimney, a mixed cocktail of smoke and real cloud.
He was warm and mysterious, familiar and distant yet bright.
"Santa is simple. Santa is magic. Santa is winter light. "
A brilliant matador waving his red flag at winter gloom.
Santa is an available gift in the winter darkness to anyone who believes in him.
A sweet cookie, a warm chestnut, a winter coat, a cozy fire... Saint Nick is pure sweet pleasure.
For the first time I really got it, it's up to me to believe in Santa.
It's up to me to access the winter light inside.
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