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The Second Day Of Advent - 2013

12/2/2013

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We blew our new Santa Clause up yesterday.  Not like bombs or stuffed through the hat with cookies blew up, but inflated.  He wasn't as big as I expected him to be; I think he'd shed a few pounds hanging out in that box in aisle 1 at Home Depot all summer.  Elliott and Ian are pretty excited about the new Christmas addition.  I guess I am too.

I've always been a fan of the big man.  Not everyone is.  Some folks think he doesn't align quite closely enough with the real meaning of Christmas.  I guess I've never tried to see Santa through the lens of the real meaning of Christmas.  As a Christian, I only recognize one meaning. Nothing changes that.  Not a Walmart greeter that wishes me happy holidays instead of Merry Christmas. Not my children spending a month or more awaiting on a man to arrive on a reindeer driven sled to crawl down a chimney I'm not sure they know we don't have.  None of it undoes the birth of Christ.  But so much of it adds to the celebration. 

I was in my late 20's before I fully embraced the real meaning of Christmas.  But so much of my life leading up to then was pointing toward that day.  And believe it or not, I think Santa had a lot to do with that.  Long after I realized how preposterous it was to believe reindeer could fly and a man that spent most of the year in the obese corner of a BMI chart, got suddenly active one night a year and flew around the world delivering toys and eating plates full of cookies off a billion or so kitchen tables - some inexplicable magic remained.  It's true, Santa may not have left any toys or took any cookies, but he planted a spirit.

It took a few years, but I never stopped searching for the source of that little piece of Santa that never died.  A source of hope and of light.  Of a child in a manger.  And oh how I love watching it come alive again in our boys. 
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