Happy Lights

I saw lights and I was happy.
I'm still happy.
I didn't think I would feel that way.
I thought we'd just go walk around with Hennessy and look at Christmas lights around a street that has a lot of lights.
But it was weird.
After awhile, I just got this happy feeling.
There was a Santa in a chair on one of the streets.
I didn't go up to him and neither did Hennessy or Jennifer.
People patted Hennessy and one kid thought she was a wolf.
That's funny.
Sometimes people thinks she's a wolf.
She isn't but she looks like one a little bit.
She's not though, and never bites anyone. They just pet her. And they feel happy too.
There are a lot of happy people here.
It's not too cold. And it's not too late, and that's good cause we have school tomorrow.
We walked around for about a hundred hours.
There was one thing where you could put your head inside and take a picture. There were snowflakes on the houses. There were lights on top of the house too, and on the grass.
I didn't know I would feel this good after doing this.
But I do.
Almost like I am 7 again.
And anything can happen.
In the world.
With all these lights.

Santa Is Real

This dawned on me: a cool reality that empowers us all to live in the spirit. 

OK folks, here what's true

Uh-huh, so here is the deal

Turns out ... who the hell knew?

Yes ... Santa is real!

Now I know what you're thinking

You may be thinking that I'm nuts

But I've got a suspicion sinking

There's no ifs, ands or buts

It came to me while walking

It came to me today

My wife and I were talking

And I just had to speak up and say

Hey Santa is real, it turns out!

I had an epiphany

On top of roofs we should shout

Someone alert a symphony

Music and bells should blast

Children shall be alerted

An eternal Saint Nick at last

No longer are we deserted

Now this may all appear too deep

Or what's the word: "esoteric”

It may all exist below sleep

Transcending all that’s barbaric

It’s abstruse, obscure, arcane

Enigmatic, inscrutable or abstract

Cryptic, complex, complicated … insane

Or simply devoid of fact

But maybe it is profound

What I learned on my walk today

Heck, it’s simply what I’ve found

As I try to find my way …

If we can make up war

And devils of every kind

From the excitable to the bore

We create everything we find

If we can make up the daily news

Whether real or imagined true

Singing to glory or the blues
Knowing what we always knew

If we create our own reality

We choose what we must defend

Selecting the senseless or the sanity

Defining our enemy and friend

They say Adam named everything

Everything he put his hands on

And now we’ve learned how to sing
As the band steadily marches on

If the eastern spiritual dudes

Can determine all is an illusion

We are making up all our feuds

And embracing the dull delusion

Now lovers fight over nothing

Angry, they are tied to be fit

Looking for substance in the something

We make up all this shit

Into a hurricane we can be hurled

Searching for eternal love

And stumble along in a secret world

With Gabriel's "What is it we were thinking of?"

So if we can be so inventive

And manifest a world like this

Can we find a deeper incentive?

And follow our own true bliss

Can we imagine a world in kind

And picture ourselves in a boat on a river

What is it we could ultimately find?

Where could we be delivered?

In a world of pure imagination

We could eat all the dishes

Overcoming all consternation

Diving into the well of wishes

Here is where we can start anew

The depth of what we see, know and feel

Where love, giving, acceptance is true

And – yes - Santa is real

Yes … Santa is real