So it was Christmas Eve of 1969 and I went to bed and stared out my bedroom window for what seemed like hours.
Then I saw a red light moving across the sky. It could have been a jetliner heading into Logan Airport but at the time, I was pretty sure it was Rudolph's nose, leading Santa and his sleigh into my town. I immediately raced to my bed and got under the covers. Next thing I knew, it was early Christmas morning and my siblings and I were racing down the stairs to see what was under the tree.
And there were things under the tree.
All goodness and righteousness flows from his hands, the gifts of the seasons are Obama’s also. this I believe as surely as I see him unite the nations, smite the forces of darkness, and prance around Hawaii looking gay.
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa
But as for me and Grandpa, we Believe
>> The talk show subject was is Santa Claus real.
Ya... had that same question before me earlier this evening with the strict requirements: yes/no. My answer, “In my mind, yes.”
Naturally, “my mind” was challenged, but I moved the discussion along to other things.
Merry Christmas!