"Dear Santa", that's how it all began Sealed with love as only a child can What he wanted most of all was family That and a meaningful Christmas tree
He grew up endlessly chasing a little cheer In the hustle and bustle of year after year The meaning got lost in the red, green and blues And that was the best of the best of the happy news
Christmas experienced through expectation In a jaded world demanding gratification Badgered and beat down by the holiday madness Who had time for season's greetings and gladness
New York City is a world apart from the North Pole Where the real meaning is remembered and given whole On top of the world there is snow coming down And the season wears it like a blanketed crown
In a give me, give me world the elves are busy Tinseled up in the jingles to the point of being dizzy Santa wonders what happened to yesterday's gratitude When appreciation was more than mere platitude
Gone are the days of joy filled with fascination They made way for the greed and commercialization Overworked and frenzied going through the motions All that seems left is the stress of unsatisfied notions
The magic it seems may be about to completely disappear If we don't remember our reflections of Christmas cheer The most important thing is to remember what matters It's that we never allow our children's dreams to shatter
It is time to suit up and put the gloves back on Times like these need Santa to joyfully press on It is a tale of here and now; of now and not just once upon And the spirit of Christmas must never be allowed to be gone
(c) November 28, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“To effectively communicate, we must realize that we are all different in the way we perceive the world and use this understanding as a guide to our communication with others.” – Tony Robins
There it is in the subtle turn of your head All things that go beyond what is said It's there in the touch of your hand isn't it dear Those moments when your love shines very clear
As we walk and talk about sights we've yet to see All those many things we will grow into gradually And it's there as you try to tell me without saying That your love is real and that you're not playing
Yet, my startled look thanks to words you said I can't seem to get wrapped in my head You want the biggest tree for you and me To be the one frocked for our Christmas tree
Looking up at the ceiling, it's clear to see These dimensions are an impossibility But if there's a way to make it happen, I will Just for your smile and to see your thrill
You smile at me like I can make this all true I wonder aloud at the belief inside of you Not that I will not do all that I possibly can Because your love makes me want to be that man
You laugh insisting this can be so easily done After all, aren't I that type of special someone To make your best dreams shape our reality I'm completely undone by your faith in me
And so this is how our love goes as winter chills I smile at your whispers and I love you echoed hills And so this is how our first winter's wind chills I will never let go at how wonderfully magic it all feels
If you're going to love, it is best to have a big love The kind that makes the angels sing from high above And as we approach hand in hand to this winter holiday I smile and tell you that I wouldn't have it any other way
(c) November 27, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Enter His gates with thanksgiving, and His courts with praise. Give thanks to Him and praise His name. For the LORD is good and His love endures forever; His faithfulness continues through all generations.” —Psalm 100:4-5
“It is the duty of all Nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey his will, to be grateful for his benefits, and humbly to implore his protection and favors.” – George Washington, Thanksgiving Proclamation, 1789
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
