(found in my journal last Christmas) During our puerile years me and my sister were not introduced to Santa Claus and vice versa. As a result, we conceived our own Santa Claus as we aged. She is that wonderful person who always unhesitantly gave her best to make me and my sister at our happiest. And yes, it never stopped even until we, her children, got married. No socks dangled on our wall were ever filled with gifts. But our hearts were satisfied with all unconditional love that resentment has no more room to fill in. We were raised to take pride on the things that cannot be taken away from us-- our principles, the truth, our character. I am sure she is happy to have finally seen her Creator. She is now in eternal rest and joy while rubbing elbows with the saints with whom she always pleaded intercessions while on earth. For now, I would write to that one and only Santa we have had. No socks, I promise. Because most have worn out while others are still in the laundr
it's not always what you think it is.