Dear Santa

Dear Santa

I know its been a awhile, hope things are merry and sparkly on your end and stuff.
How's the wife and reindeer ? I was watching the movie Elf (one of my favorite movies )recently and remembered that I haven't written to you in Christmas light years.
Things are good on my end. I love my current job. Ànd ever since I've embraced Christmas lights as the light at the end of the tunnel I have never felt brighter and more enlightened. I've even put together a scrapbook of Christmas lighting photography that I've done over the years at different stages of my life.
Quite the story in Christmas lights roadtrip pictures.
From Dyker heights in Brooklyn to Bangor Maine.
Bel Harbor in Queens is my favorite in terms of Christmas lights decorating creativity.
I really can't thank you enough for helping me find my inner sparkle and light. I had given up ever seeing the light.
Truthfully though I've never fully gotten over the allergic reactions to consumer driven mysticism and related drivel that circuitiously drove me up the fucking wall in dizzying rhetorical circles of money, myth and myopia.
I should have listened to your message of merriment instead of always searching for analytical brilliance to make me happy. I was looking for happiness in all the wrong places.
I did try out the different flavors of spirituality none óf them felt good on me.
Basically the common denominator feature that annoys me most is the pride honor snobbery theme generally present along with knowledge knowing and teaching. I found it too hard to learn in that way.
The control freaks are too literal with the law and secretive too. The more accepting strains of spirituality debate hardcore law and decisions with fucking emotions and expressions of disbelief. I hope they hire some born again lawyers to write their press releases or something. You can't argue primary law with s bunch of secondary law concepts an irrelevant quote or two and some expired statute or treaty. This seems to be à common theme when defending à religious position any which side. Ànd the in between flavors are just too wishy washy and emotional with no intellectualism in sight.
But I bravely reached into the sparkly past and brought out all the Christmas lights.
I've hung them around in all the dark spaces in my life.
Life just couldn't get any brighter.
Don't fall Down that chimmney. Can't wait to see ya for the holidays.
Send the reindeer my love.