There is something special that happens on Christmas morning that only happens once a year. Simultaneously everyone pauses for a moment. Now for some that moment is for faith, others it’s for family, and yet other its just because everything is closed and there is no where to go. But take a drive in LA Christmas morning and it becomes clear by the lack of traffic; People are still and with people they love. It’s an amazing thing. When people love collectively you can feel it like a single drop red dye dropped in white liquid. You can feel it swirl everywhere and create an atmosphere that is unique for that moment.
This poem does not reflect any of that. I was thinking about Santa, and it occurred to me that he wouldn’t be Santa without his beard. Think about it. If you saw a skinny guy dressed in green polka-dot spandex and he spontaneously grew a big bushy white beard, he would instantly remind you of Santa. Clearly it is his most defining attribute. I thought it would be fun to turn his beard into a character. In this case, a magical pet.
I hope this blog finds you happy, healthy and full of joy.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays,
David
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