Santa never asked, "Got Milk?" So, why don't we all leave him a glass of a Coca-Cola this Christmas? He's swiftly flying across the globe in one night: he doesn't need strong bones, he needs caffeine! Give the milk to those reindeer carrying the fat man. Help Santa Open Happiness.
That's what Christmas is, right? Happiness. Through my perspective,
every Christmas you'll discover a number of relationships tossing the knives into the ditch and silently signing a unofficial truce. Everyone eagerly halts the confrontations, misunderstandings and deep hatred. When the war hats all hang on the rack, each person takes on a tone much like that of the American Guilded Age. Humble, thankful, jolly, and amiable. Holidays mask the ugly times.
Why does Christmas hold such mystical motives? I believe this is a season to remember that we are beings of love: charity sky-rocketing in fundings, family members hugging after ten years of bickering and relationships mending. Moreover, we remember we need love; we want love.
Hermits tend to linger out of their shells for festive laughter and even Grumby kisses Snow White's cheek.
Let's use this to our advantage? Let the season of remembering love be specific for you: love your parents, love your neighbors, love the old man in the nursing home, love the fellow at the desk, love until you feel loved.
And Owl Say, "Be Christmas in everything I do."
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