F&B Virtual Advent Calendar countdown:
For me, it’s difficult to remember the day
my parents sat me down to tell me that Santa doesn’t exist.
Maybe it is somewhere deep down in the part of my brain labeled:
“Cara’s Suppressed Childhood Memory Bank.”
It’s quite possible that the trauma of such news
sent me into a tizzy
that I immediately blacked it out from my memory.
Or maybe, when my parents told me,
I chose to not listen…
[Wouldn't have been the first (or last) time].
In fact, as cheesy as it may sound, I’m not really sure I ever stopped believing.
That is the funny thing about faith, isn’t it?
Sometimes it’s not hard facts or data that we need in order to believe.
Sometimes it’s enough to become a believer,
knowing that a particular belief brings sheer joy to your life.
It never gets old for me to watch
my sister’s little girls’ eyes pop out when they see that
on Christmas morning, Santa not only ate all of his cookies,
but he had the time to write a scribbled out message back to them.
I love how the cynical, critcal side of their brains
have yet to kick in and to them,
there isn’t even an option in their minds
that it was their auntie who ate all of their cookies
and wrote a sloppy written note with her left hand, signed as Santa.
WHAT YOU’LL NEED:
- 1 container We Can’t Say It’s Cheese, smoked hickory flavor, formed into a ball
- 1/2 head cauliflower, chopped small
- 1 black olive
- 1/2 of a red bell pepper
That is the purest form of faith, in my mind.
That the human condition can hold on to hope
in the midst of a bleak reality,
that is the miracle of faith.
And it is that faith that my nieces use every year
as they leave a plate of cookies and note for Santa.
They know their cookies will be eaten.
They know a note will be returned.
And there is something so magical about it for to me watch it in their faces.
Even when our deepest logic tells us it’s not possible,
sometimes it’s just nice to have something to believe in.
Even with how cynical I might become with this world,
that is one thing that I never want to lose, regardless of its lack of logic.
Because in my opinion, it’s always good to have hope…
even if hope comes in a red suit with a white beard.