This was published in the local papers. If you don't read me on Face Book you would have missed it. Thought you might need one more Christmas message.
Sometimes I go to “the flats” on the Fox River after swimming
laps at the Ottawa YMCA. The area along
the walking trail between the Y and the aqueduct is a ribbon of nature running
through town. Sometimes you see a heron,
or ducks. The flow of the river brings
me peace.
I was there last week. I heard someone whistling “Silver
Bells” and looked down the trail.
Walking towards me was a guy with a big white beard in a red coat. I yelled out to him.
“Did you know I’d be here Santa?”
“C’mon McClure, you know I keep track of you.”
“I’m glad. I was afraid
I wouldn’t see you again.”
“I was visiting Opportunity School. Such good kids and
teachers. They have a schedule all organized
for me. Great way to connect with kids.”
“Have a seat, Santa.”
He sat next to me. Nothing
better than old friends.
“How was your year McClure?”
“I figure you know that already Santa.”
“I got a pretty good idea. I just want to hear what you thought
of it.”
“I had a few health problems, like most older people, but
they’re minor really. My granddaughter June is almost three and turning into an
amazing little person. My wife and I get to see her often. Both of our kids are doing well. Life is pretty good.”
“I’ve been keeping up with June. She’s a cutie. She’s going to have a great Christmas.”
A fish jumped in the river.
Santa and I watched a ring of ripples spread out on the water.
“You sure there’s not something bothering you McClure?
“Isn’t that nosy Santa?”
“Just trying to help. You know the lyrics of that Santa song
‘he sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake.’ They’re true.
I know you’re having sleepless nights, and it’s not just because of that
cough you have.”
I kept my eyes on the river.
Santa kept quiet.
“Ok, if you must know.
I’m terribly worried about a future I won’t be part of.”
“But June will be.”
“Exactly.”
“It would be good to name those fears.”
I turned to face him.
“I’m afraid we’ll never create solutions for climate
change. And the calamity will make life
miserable. We need huge investments in
alternatives to fossil fuels, but instead the world wastes its resources waging
war against each other. The level of hate and violence between us, as Americans
and global citizens, only grows. We’re
losing the ability to compromise. That
is June’s future. And I feel powerless
to stop it.”
Santa nodded.
“A lot of people feel like you McClure. They feel as passionately about it as those
who fear change so much they will do anything to resist it.”
”We’ve screwed things up terribly.”
“You know as Santa I represent hope and goodness, as seen in
the innocence of children. So, I’m glad
you’re worried about their future. That’s why I exist, and I’ll continue to
exist as long as children believe in me.”
Santa has a soothing voice.
He’d make a great therapist. He
went on.
“You know what kids have that adults risk losing? They have an unmistakable sense of joy. It lives strong and clear in their eyes. Just look.
I’m sure you see that joy in June’s eyes. You must find joy again McClure. Cause you know what happens after you abandon
joy? You’re in the worst trouble there
is. You lose hope.”
“It’s hard Santa. I
get so tired.”
“I know it’s hard. Lighten
up and have some faith in the children.
You were once a child who grew to shape the world. Let the children lead us out of this
mess. That’s what has always happened in
the 1,743 years since I was created. Work
for change. Have faith. Hang onto joy. Don’t ever lose hope.”
“Thanks Santa.”
“Merry Christmas McClure.”
