The season of cheer is over. Santa moves back to familiar environs of comfort after doling out promises and gifts.
The pall bearers of dreams carry the carriers away. Coloured wrapping paper is strewn all around carrying different stories of ecstasy and disappointment.
A child exclaims, “Mosquitoes sparkle so much in December.”
The homeless fairy sighs and enters his radar to make him believe in dreams once again. Santa will be back soon.
Build your skills, mindsets and hopes to emerge a better person. Santa is not God, just a facilitator to propel your entry into a new learning cycle.
Reena Saxena 
Lovely poetic piece.
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Thank you so much, Jilly!
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Charming concept. Well done, Reena.
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Thank you, Bill!
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I love this. And it is true.
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Thank you so much!
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I like the idea that Christmas is not the be-all, end-all event, but instead it is a pleasant interlude. Seems a healthier regard to me.
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Thank you, Lisa!
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Interesting take, Reena. No, Santa is not God. Thank goodness!
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I like that 😜 Thank you, Linda!
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I’m not sure I like the idea Santa being a facilitator. Who’s going to bring my presents, huh? Tell me that
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Who plays Santa in your life? 😇😀
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