Posted by
Pscyclone on Friday, December 21, 2007 11:11:42 AM
Dear Santa:
Come next Tuesday, December 25th, the Western world comes together in the grips of brotherhood and camaraderie where race, creed, and gender have little sway. It is telling that we can do this once, and only once, per year. But I am not writing this letter to speak of our faults and selfishness – I’ll subject you to that nonsense some other time.
This is a fairly typical Christmas letter; I hope you’ll forgive the directness of it and understand that it’s out of respect for your time. Here’s my Christmas Wish List:
1) Safety and victory for our troops fighting the War on Terror. It seems nowadays the enemy is on all sides – the ones with guns and the donkeys in Washington – both seeking the destruction and annihilation of our republic. So my Wish is for the continued successes of our military, safety for all our troops, and comfort to the families back home supporting, missing, and loving them. There is no greater love than when a man lays down his own life for the life of his brother; our troops epitomize this proverb <i>every single day</i>.
2) Sense and sensibility in the coming fight over our God-given right to self-preservation. There are vast arrays of power-hungry and fearful donkeys in this country and the world that are trying to take away the right God has granted by limiting my access to firearms and ammunition. These donkeys would rather I suffer and die in the face of a bad little boy or girl than stand up to them in defense of myself and family. Can you believe those donkeys? It’s too bad they’ve forgotten about you Santa and what it means to be a human being with a moral compass. So my Wish is for the continued observance of our God-given right to self-preservation via the ownership and correct usage of a firearm.
3) I’m also writing this letter because I believe that there is something special about humankind, something that sets us apart from the animals over which we have dominion. I believe that within every human heart there is the acknowledgement of something greater than ourselves, something altogether more perfect, something holy.
As a Christian, for me that is the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, and God's Son, Jesus Christ.
That may, or may not, be the same for the other boys and girls in the world – and that is his or her right. Regardless of how we name it – religion, science, God, goddess, agnos, Purple-People-Eater, whatever; within each of us, there is a yearning, an understanding, that we are not alone in the universe and that or illusions of solitude are self-imposed in the name of arrogance, egoism, and hubristic intellectualism.
Whatever the thing that fills the void in hearts of all the boys and girls this time of year, I Wish them and their family the fullest measure of it.
4) It is also my Wish that the entire anti-Christian movement would get off my back about Christmas. Christmas is a secular holiday – it always has been and it always will be – it just so happens that history and tradition have aligned a major Christian celebration during a major secular festival. This was done in the name of inclusion and tolerance and is a much better example than what the anti-Christians call “inclusion and tolerance” today. That Christians have had their say during revelry of Christmas-past does not change the fact that secularists have ruled this season, and will, evermore.
My point here is this, Santa; Christmas is, to me, about the birth of my Savior and I will celebrate it as such. If one opines that Christmas is about a jolly, large man in a red velvet suit – or nothing at all – who am I to say any different? Accordingly, who is the one to say any differently for me? I do not impose my will, my religion, or my faith on them; why can’t they do the same for me? In fact, whatever happened to letting me celebrate as I wished while they celebrated as they wished? Are they so insecure in their own mores that they must try to impress them – or legislate them – onto me? Neither do I mean them any religious imposition nor smug self-righteousness when I wish them a ‘Merry Christmas;’ I only mean to bless them and their family with joy and contentment, peace and prosperity. It is my Wish they take it that way.
I realize I’m not asking for much this year, Santa; perhaps I am growing up. Never fear, though; someday when I’m a father and too old to be writing Christmas letters you’ll be hearing from my family through my sons or daughters. They are, after all, the hope for our future, and the custodians of our way of life, and precious gifts from God.
See you Monday night, Santa. Fly safely and give my best wishes to Mrs. Claus.
Merry Christmas.
~ An American Boy