believe in Santa Claus. And I hope he lives in the hearts and minds of
the human race into eternity. I even have an extensive Santa collection
that goes on display every season. There is my Packer Santa, the
golfing Santa, the old fashioned antique style Santa, and the sound-activated Santa that plays a little carol upon any loud noise, hand clap, laugh,
or cheering during playoff games which are among my favorites, to
describe a few.
a child, Santa used to arrive at our home each Christmas eve. I was
always in bed…never fast asleep, but gleefully anticipating his
arrival, signaled by the jingling of sleigh bells and the stomping I
could hear happening downstairs, followed by a hearty “Ho, Ho, Ho”. My
sisters and I rushed below, and there he was, in his fancy red
did our wrapping downstairs in the basement. When I was in second
grade, one afternoon I was wrapping gifts, when all of a sudden did my wondering eyes
did appear, but a box with the Santa suit and rubber mask sitting on a
shelf, complete with white beard attachment.
a sighting has never deterred my love of the jolly old elf of annual
cheer. in fact it has been my mission to be one of his elvettes. I do
this in many ways, and make it a habit in my every day life.
Have quality relationships with family and friends,
believe that in today’s social media, there are many self-proclaimed gurus out there are
telling us what to do, how to do it and beat the drum of their spin and
unsolicited advice. While information gathering is good for the brain
and good for your life and or career…
I believe the answer to life’s deepest questions resides inside, if we just take the time to listen to our honest selves.