December 25, 2022
Reflections from the Heart of Allan Redenius
Where are you, oh little one? I’ve searched the world over to bring to you a package with not just anyone’s name on it, but yours. From pole to pole, from east to west, I’ve tried my best. The eve is almost gone. Dawn creeps ever closer. My tribe and I look side to side, to and fro, as we soar ever so high, even where bluebirds sometimes fly. But, I cannot find you.
Maybe it’s my fault. If only I had started out on time. But, you see, one of my trusted reindeer, year after year, Blitzen, came down with reindeer hoof. There was only one in the corral to take Blitzen’s place among the eight. Not in shape and overweight, called into action with the blow of a whistle. Certainly he wasn’t thin as a thistle, or fit as a fiddle. Up he arose out of the hay and with a salute said, “I’m ready to fly.” I knew in an instant that, though his spirit was right, though he would pull with all of his might, he would not last the night. I needed to turn around, return to headquarters at the North Pole and recruit yet another.
The sleigh with only one package for that one last boy or girl was almost empty and ever so light. In a flash, we were back and, as I unharnessed the one so willing but so unable, what to my wondering eyes should appear? With a nose so bright, I knew Rudolph could find you through the dark of night. Up, up and away we arose and just before you awoke, we landed on your roof top, covered in snow, the chimney belching out smoke. I plugged my nose and closed my eyes, with your package (the one just for you,) I jumped down the chimney and soon smelled of smoke. Just as the delivery was made, someone turned on the light. They called out your name and down the stairs you came running.
I couldn’t leave, not just yet. I wanted to see what you would get. With a glimmer in your eye, I could see it was a manger set. You opened it with a love so special. It was then you saw me kneeling before the cradle. You see, I too worship that little Baby in the manger—Jesus Christ, my Lord.
No time to waste, the dawn is near. Gotta go and get ready for next year.
Love to all---Santa Claus
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