*When The Red Red Robin

The day after Christmas, is usually, filled with 'self realization', some self loathing, a lot of gas and disappointment. The 'day after', nags at the psyche, urging us to cover our heads, with our blankets and deny deny deny, that Santa didn't come. 'Something came!' We have this huge 'rift', in our credit card...to prove it. 

But essentially, we are children, no matter our age...pretending, hoping, 'making it up', with the fabrication of a fat man, in a red suit...that lies to us every year, sends us a bill...and 'vanishes!' Santa didn't do it to us. We did it to ourselves. Santa is our 'excuse', our enabler. But he's not the guilty party. 

Our gods are all, archetypal entities. Santa is a joyous spirit, of gift giving, and he fills us with his spirit, year to year, and...we do give. Not all give, but many do and we always look forward to that 'spirit of giving', because, quite frankly...it is far more fulfilling, than all the wrapped presents, under the tree. 

It is the same with Jesus. Jesus is with us. Not all believe, but many do, and as the holiday of Christmas, and years end approaches, so approaches, the love and 'remembrance of Jesus.' The gift of love, is there. It is far finer, than a material gift. It is the spirit itself, which cannot be contained or reduced...but which, enlivens every one. 

The children know. They know Santa, and they know Jesus. They know, that, just for a little while...their parents are different, imbued, with a holiness, and solace of spirit, that magically appears during this season. They 'feel the love', behind and beneath the greedy 'commercialism'...for, even though, 'materialism' is opaque as tar, the spirit can be seen and felt. 

It makes the children happy, and more secure, and it makes us more secure too. It anchors us, in a reality...not of this greedy world. So, though, you are in it to your ears, and you feel overwhelmed, and buried in tinsel tarnished crap, you are also, 'overwhelmingly' loved by the great spirit of the heavenly father and mother. 

As the times near the end, so, like the seasons...we come to a remembrance of that, which was always there, always with us, and shall be to the very end...and then, 'The Surprise!' Love to everyone! Merry Christmas, and a happy New Year, no matter where...here or there!

Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: American robin cameo, from 'The Hobbit'


*"When The Red, Red Robin Comes Bob, Bob, Bobbin' Along"

When the red red robin comes bob bob bobbin' along along
There'll be no more sobbin' when he starts throbbin' his old sweet song
Wake up wake up you sleepy head get up get up get out of bed
Cheer up cheer up the sun is red live love laugh and be happy

What if I've been blue now I'm walkin' through fields of flowers
Rain may glisten but I still listen for hours and hours
Well I'm just a kid again doing what I did again singin' a song
When the red red robin comes bob bob bobbin' along along
What if I've been blue...