Yes, Steven, there is a Santa Claus...

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     Steven A Green  Write Me.... ;-)

 Kymberlie Calkins Ingalls September 26 at 5:37pm

And what is it we are to write of to you, dear Steven..? About the heat today that is only saved by the cool breeze that whispers through the tall trees, blowing softly like the kisses of a southern belle across a gentleman's cheek?

Or how about the state of affairs today, tomorrow and yesterday..? The poverty that is rising from beneath the ravenous cracks of the very earth that has crumbled beneath our greed? The standards and practices of those who holler in demand, seeking attention from we who know better? The tragedy and the miracles that blend together in a destined dance of wisdom that one in a thousand will stop for perhaps one second to understand, to contemplate...?

Should we write words of love? Words of seduction to place doubt in your mind, possibly to be followed with a strengthened bond of matrimony chasing said doubts into the deepest, darkest corners of your mind where they will only rear their head on a black night beneath a full, mytstical, magical moon..?

Do you wish us to write of the touch of lonely that arises at 2am when the lost souls find each other in the universe and bond without a word or a sound, but a feeling - of comraderie at being awake when the whole wide world is fast asleep..?

Shall we write of fables, heroes and tall tales in the stories of princes and princesses, wicked witches, phantoms, merry bands of misfits and gift-bearing jolly old men? 

Or do you wish us to keep it at a simple hello, meant for a friend old or new, who is reaching out to us for a touch that will linger in your heart when a shade of blue falls upon your weary mind?

What is it we are to write of to you, dear Steven..?

~ K