Hefty, Hefty, Hefty....JESUS, JESUS, JESUS

December 24, 2023
 
Reflections from the Heart of Allan Redenius
Ho! Ho! Ho!  I’ll soon be on my way with my sleigh full of presents for all.  Don’t tell the DOT, but the sleigh just might exceed the weight limit.
 
Speaking of weight, I’ve packed on a few more pounds this year myself!  Because of that, and the weight of the sleigh, I’ve had to bench Blitzen, a skinny boy to be sure, for another with more muscle.  His name is Hefty.  So now it’s not eight, but seven tiny reindeer—and HEFTY!  But there’s a problem with seven tinys and one Hefty.  We keep going in circles.  Don’t you worry though, I’ll get it figured out.
 
So here’s a new problem I came across near your home, windmills…with flashing red lights.  I need to tell you, not too long ago, Rudolph wandered from the team.  It used to be, he was the only flashing red light on the horizon.  Now there are a thousand.  I’m thinking that I need to change his nose color from flashing red to maybe flashing green.  At least I’ll be able to find him in a sea of red flashing lights!  Not only that, one year the sleigh got caught up in one of the windmills.  Round and round we went.  By the time we got untangled, we were so dizzy we ended up in Brazil.  Now that really put me behind schedule!
 
Whether we are in Norway, Brazil, or the United States, there is one thing that never changes about Christmas.  That is Jesus!  Every single year, the reindeer and I make a stop at Manger Square in Bethlehem. There I always bow before the newborn King.  I really don’t know how those wise men with their gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh got to the manger before me.  God didn’t send me a memo that Jesus would be born on that starry night.  I do remember a star in the east moving through the sky and I regret that I did not follow it.
 
But now the whole story of Christmas is written for you, without me anywhere to be found.  I think it’s a better story, in fact, the best story ever told, without Santa involved.  However, like you, I can imagine kneeling at the manger in front of the Babe wrapped in swaddling clothes.
 
I bow before the King and as I look around the reindeer are bowing down low too.  And even though it is difficult for him to get down and then up again….Hefty is bowing low too.
 
Love ya,
Santa Allan
 
 
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