I Can’t Wait

 One might think I’m waiting for Santa to arrive on Christmas Eve, but I can’t wait until he gets here to relax on the beach with or without a red Speedo.  He’ll be here until Spring or when he feels he needs to get back to the North Pole.  But I can’t wait for Santa to relax.  Right now things are tense for him or as tense as Santa can get.  Some say he’s Santa and Santa never gets tense.  But I assure you that he has to make sure all goes well in one night.

Some might say I spend too much time and effort on Santa and maybe I do almost to the neglect of Angels and the true meaning of Christmas.  No, I haven’t forgotten about the meaning of the season.  If I have, then all I’d care about are my own gifts on Christmas morning.  I haven’t forgotten about what the season means and not even Santa would want me to forget.  

No.  I care about his mental well-being because like every Christmas, I want him around with his pipe and Mrs. Claus.  But it would be nice if I saw him lounging around on a beach here in Florida just to know he’s taking care of his mental health.  The season is hard on our mental well-being with too much spending, too much partying, and too many people.  Like Santa we are happy when it’s all over.  

I’ll miss my son after he goes back to Ohio.  But after the holidays are over I won’t miss them.  It will all be over.  Maybe later I too can go to the beach and just relax.  But today it is my Savinelli St. Nicholas pipe with Cinnamon Cavendish and my coffee is Blue Bottle coffee.  Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.

Dave

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