Christmas Eve will find you, where the love light gleams...
G.K. Chesterton said this:
“What has happened to me appears to be the very reverse of what appears
to be the experience of most of my friends. Instead of dwindling to a
point, Santa Claus has grown larger and larger in my life until he fills
almost the whole of it. It happened in this way. As a child I was faced
with a phenomenon requiring explanation. I hung up at the end of my bed
an empty stocking, which in the morning
became a full stocking. I had done nothing to produce the things that
filled it. I had not worked for them, or made them, or helped to make
them. I had not even been good – far from it. And the explanation was
that a certain being who people called Santa Claus was benevolently
disposed towards me…What we believed was that a certain benevolent
agency did give us those toys for nothing. And, as I say, I believe it
still. I have merely extended the idea. Then I only wondered who put the
toys in the stocking; now I wonder who put the stocking by the bed, and
the bed in the room, and the room in the house, and the house on the
planet, and the great planet in the void. Once I only thanked Santa
Claus for a few dollars and crackers. Now I thank him for stars and
street faces, and wine and the great sea. Once I thought it delightful
and astonishing to find a present so big that it only went halfway into
the stocking. Now I am delighted an astonished every morning to find a
present so big that it takes two stockings to hold it, and then leaves a
great deal outside; it is the large and preposterous present of myself,
as to the origin of which I can offer no suggestion except that Santa
Claus gave it to me in a fit of peculiarly fantastic goodwill.”
Merry Christmas!
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