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Posted: Monday, November 19, 2012 12:00 am | Updated: 12:10 pm, Mon Jan 21, 2013.

Letter to the Editor

Nov. 17, 2012

To the editor:

’Twas the night of the election and half the population was glued to their TVs. It was the night where we had to choose the pace to our demise.

We could have picked the slower of the two; it could have bought us more time. Instead, we children selected the man who posed as Santa.

I pondered that night on how this Santa’s party started. Not being a church-going guy, I still felt at unease when his crew refused to include the real Santa, God, in their party. They voted once, they voted twice and on the third they pretended he was included. Those of us who listened understood he wasn’t included.

I wore no cap that night; boxers were all that I needed. I settled down for that long winter’s nap that I knew wasn’t coming. I heard them from afar; there were so many. They had to use the road and not the roof, because there were far too many. The man playing Santa didn’t use the chimney. That was too much work. They busted my front door and took what they wanted, while my children slept through the madness.

He was arrogant; he played sympathetic when I knew he wasn’t. How would I tell my children that his believers were only out for themselves? This Santa did leave me a gift — a Christmas ornament with Mao’s face on it. He even took the time to hang it.

Out he went to the reindeer, if that’s what you would call them. There was no need for a sleigh, for they consumed what they saw. These reindeer claimed they were free even while tethered to their master. They were a noisy bunch — it was always someone else’s fault. Their Santa’s power came from this belief.

Using his speechmaker skills, he said with authority, “On Looters, on Moochers, on Beggars and on Takers, there are more spoils to be taken.” He said with a smirk looking at me, “Merry May Day to all.”

I felt sad that night, for I knew the reindeer eventually would turn on each other. It was the night Christmas became Halloween.

Chris Martin

North Pole

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