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From Santa
To whom it may value:
The spirit of Christmas for some may be religious, for others it may mean peace and good will with out connotation of religion. The one neutral spirit is the joyous master Elf no other than Santa Claus himself or I.
I am saddened when I walk among the people of all ages, for missing is the spirit of the season and just as I think all maybe lost I hear from way down at my knee “Hi Santa!”
I hear Christmas bells in a little angels voice. “And how are you this fine day!” I cheerfully whisper.
“Santa, Santa may I shake your hand ? This little angel, all of six years old with eyes as round as saucers stands with hand out stretched . Now the spirit wells up in old Santa and the old knees creek and groan as I kneel to be on her level. The glorious smile never leaves her face as she waits for Santa to reach out his white gloved hand. I hold her tiny fingers in mine as I whisper “What is your name?”
She smiles even larger if that is possible “My name is Jasmine!”
“And what would you like for Christmas this Year Jasmine ?
The smile disappears from her face and her lower lip begins to quiver, I feel, I may have some how offended her. Than her eyes get large again as she looks me in the face and says “Santa! I forget!!”
“Don't worry, when you remember you tell your mom and she will tell Santa, Ok?”
“Ok Santa. Merry Christmas!” Again I hear Christmas bells in a little angels voice as she runs off to find her mommy in the large department store. I look around ; the spirit of Christmas has touched all the shoppers waiting in line, they smile , wish one another and old Santa me MERRY CHRISTMAS!
I walk out the door singing jingle bells under my breath, realizing that I could be the catalyst to a happier world. Heavy responsibility, than I hear look, look its Santa Claus, I turn to greet a mother carrying her young believer, candy canes and Merry Christmas, they walk away beaming the spirit a live and well.
Maybe Santa and Mrs. Claus can do the spirit of Christmas… 
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