[The Sandoval Signpost (Web edition) is pleased as punch to bring you the humor and insightful human observations of Daniel Will Harris, author of My Wife and Times. We start off this exceptional series with Daniel’s Christmas epifany. And so without any further ado, here’s Daniel Will Harris —Ed].
By Daniel Will Harris
I don't have to tell you it's been a bumpy year. From bizarre elections to a slowing economy to shocking world events. So many things have broken. Lives. Careers. Trust.
I'm lucky because I didn't break this year—I just cracked. At first I thought I'd patch up the crack and go on as I did, using a concrete mix of denial and hope.
Then I noticed I could look through the crack and see something new inside. Something that could emerge, like a chick from an egg. I realized this by accident, the way so many discoveries are made. I did it by looking in the mirror.
Now, I don't look in the mirror often, which, according to my wife, explains why the little hair I have left sometimes looks as it does. It's not because I'm not vain—In my early thirties I tried lots of different things to keep from losing my hair and turning gray. Nothing worked—except to stop looking at myself. Then I could imagine I looked the way I felt.
But a few days ago a storm was raging outside, the electricity had gone off and we were plunged back into the 1700s with only candles. And it was in this new light that I saw what I saw in the mirror.
I saw Santa. He looked jolly, and pleasant... and a lot like me. As I stared at his face, I realized it was mine.
It wasn't such a bad face after all. It was like it had finally turned into what I felt. I didn't start out life as a generous person, but I have become one. I'd accepted the Santa inside me and he finally found his way to the surface through that crack.
As a child, I always liked Santa. I mean, what's not to like? He's a snappy dresser. He works great hours and has snazzy rig. Not to mention the fact that he gives good presents. I knew he wasn't "real," but I still wanted to believe in him.
And now I do. Not just in myself, but in everyone who helps other people. We've seen a lot of Santas this year, helping those in need. And while the Scrooges got more press, if you stop and think about it, all over the world we've seen a lot more Santas than Scrooges—a good sign for the future.
So accept the fact you're cracked—let your inner Santa out.
And to all, a good night.
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