I did beleive in Santa Claus
Much like this memory. The man in the red suit use to be Santa in my eyes, he had drove his snowmobile on to the lake behind the house and come up the flight of stairs to make sure he knew where my brother and I were staying for Christmas. Today all I see in my uncle Mark. I want that naive, innocent outlook back. To be the child that believed anything that she was told, now it is only what I see, and even then I have to analyze and project the possibilities.
posted by big-C at 11:06 AM
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Write what you KNEW on that evening with Santa, go into your childhood memories and find that state of awe and delight.
Find and keep that sense of possibility that inspired adults to get into red suits and onto frozen lakes at sub-zero temperatures. Write from the perfectly open mind that united with playmates and little brothers to affirm your views and show you thousands more.
Big-G
funny, isn't it, how there are all these doors that are going to be open to us when we grow up, or so we imagine, but the whole while there are so many more possibilities & dreams being closed to us as we learn to know better. wonder what it would it be like to be four or six or seven or nine, young and free again, sure of the possibility of the impossible again?
sometimes i think about that when i lay awake at night. i'm guessing you do too.
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