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Pathworking thrust upon me...
My brother called me the other night and we talked for a long while until my niece (1/2 of the best things in my life, my other niece being the other 50%) asked him who he was talking to. He replies Santa Claus. She was lost for words... He then proceeded to ask her if she wanted to speak to him... I think I gained 30 years right then and there (in a good way). My father had always played the roll of Santa (whether it be donning the red and white suit, to just going outside my grandmothers house as my cousins where strugging to get to sleep and sounding a cowbell (my gp's live on a farm) in order to give my folks and aunts and uncles the opportunity to say "thats the bells on Santa's sleigh..you better get to sleep"
Back to the now.. I ask my niece what she wants for christmas and she replies "presents"...is that not the perfect response? She then goes on to tell me how she's goign to leave milk and cookeis out for me...and yet again my appreciation for my father deepens.
Amongst all the lessons that my father taught me (wheather on purpose or by accident) the one that truelly impresses me, the one I hope to never forget is..never forget what it was like to be a child. I think its made being an adult so much more enjoyable. |
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